Chapter 269
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Kim Sungchul Never dreams.
Occasionally, the only thing you have to dream is a nightmare.
The only way he sees the past is to recall.
Kim Sungchul I don’t like politics.
To be precise, I was feeling inflammation.
Nevertheless, he has lived in the midst of a swirling political edition for over a decade.
The experience at that time was pain itself at the time, but if you look back now, it may have been a bitter experience.
Kim Sungchul Recalling his past as the head of the Empire who stood in the middle of world politics for a long time, he was reviving his experiences and senses.
‘It won’t be smooth.’
The hardest challenge would have been known from the very beginning of the third plague.
Kim Sungchul I sat at my desk for a long time, contemplating all the possible things that would happen at the conference, and devising ways to deal with them.
As always, preparing for a meeting is not easy.
Kim Sungchul Suddenly thought about a girl who was by her side.
Cryia Creek Fried.
The girl who was always exhausted from the day of the establishment of the World Congress and welcomed him with a bright smile was the only rest in the heart of deserted Kim Sung-chul.
Kim Sungchul Through that child, he was able to seriously face his fault for the Rise Haimer who died, and chose to fight against the world to be forgiven to atone for her and for the future of a child and several children. did.
Of course, what he believed was a mirage-like illusion.
There is no cryia next to him, and no more guilt for Rise Haimer in his heart.
Kim Sungchul Now moving is all about faint sense of aim, low sense of duty, a little curiosity, and a crucified cross of heart.
Kim Seong-chul’s candid idea is that the world is good. He does not like humans.
Although he rescued people in inevitable circumstances, he did not change his mind that he did not like humans.
It was because he was hit too much.
Flowers bloom in the mud, but beauty does not occur where they are distorted by scars and burns.
However, Kim Sung-chul also had a companion.
Kim Sungchul I looked at a book that fell asleep without moving in the fluffy bookshelf of Marrakech.
Kim Sungchul sometimes imagines her not wishing. If you think about it as cold hair, it may not have changed much on the surface. He has lived a life of setting and fulfilling his purpose for a lifetime.
But Kim Sungchul knows.
Kim Seong-chul himself has little attachment to this world.
Kim Sungchul cannot imagine what to do if the last remaining attachment disappears.
Perhaps he behaves like those who have crossed the line.
That’s why Bertelgia is more precious than anyone.
Kim Sungchul, whispering quietly, staring at the wound of Bertelgia, who had a band-aid in Marrakech.
“Let’s go to the Colossus together after this work. Let’s go there and find a cure. ”
Perhaps it was because of a deep sleep. Bertelgia did not answer.
It was a moment when Kim had a faint smile on his mouth.
Unexpectedly, another book that he met at the tower of hermit and the words left by him passed through Kim Seong-chul’s brainy mind.
Kim Sung-cheol’s beautiful eyes have deep wrinkles.
At last the promised goat’s moon, the day of destiny, with the full moon.
There was a great change.
Kim Seong-chul’s costume.
Always dressed like a beggar, he was wearing a uniform that was refined and refined.
It was made with reference to the clothes of the Imperial empire, and it was specially prepared for Kim Seong-chul by Mark Raid, the monarch of the Union.
“You look good together?”
Kim’s expression was not very bright.
The clothes were uncomfortable, but I felt the burden on the eyes of colleagues around me.
But Kim Sungchul is an adult.
Dress is not a personality, but you know when you need to dress.
Above all, the World Congress is something that Kim Seong-cheol himself held, and the messenger’s clothes appear as usual from the organizer.
“What. I wear something like this so it looks something like that. ”
Bertelgia spoke roundly around Kim Seong-chul, dressed in new clothes.
Maracia was still saying whether the prize money of the prize money from the dungeon was still maintained.
However, when Kim Seong-cheol did not see it, his eyes were covered with feathered hands, something gossiped at Bertelgia, and Bertelgia was bursting with laughter.
An uninvited guest, Tygon Bosbolot, was absent. He, along with his subordinate priests, was eager to see the signs of heresy, which Atheid Sidmia appeared and devastated.
“As I said before, there may be very few attendees.”
Mark Raid stared at the blood-stained eastern sky.
“Not sure, but many small nations perished with the appearance of the obelisk.”
Marker Reid thought that the cause of the destruction of small nations, such as the neighboring Wittoria, was the tectonic shift caused by the appearance of the obelisk.
They did not know anything about the interior of the apocalyptic cult behind them.
“…. Whoever comes, when the sun rises at noon, the World Assembly begins. ”
Kim Sungchul Stepped into the theater, which was supposed to be the venue for the World Congress.
The actors performed Chil Young-woong’s heroic story and where Claris sang, there was a large table and twenty seats.
There was no senior, but there was a place for Kim Seong-chul to take the role of chairman.
Kim Sungchul I sat in the center of the table and waited for the time to go.
How much time passed, the breeze blew from the open window and passed through his hair.
From a distant place, a loud shout was heard, and soon a messenger from the Eastern Union appeared and reported to Kim Seong-chul.
“The ashes of the kingdom of Kinde have arrived.”
Unfamiliar country. Kim Sungchul nodded, recalling that the country was one of the smaller nations in the buffer zone between the northwestern empire and the ancient kingdom.
‘Even small countries don’t send kings.’
Still better than no one sent.
As noon approached, attendance began to increase.
The ensignments of five insignificant nations, beginning with the Kinde kingdom, arrived, and then Hadane, the prince of the Elven Allied kingdom, arrived.
Hadade’s arrival had a great impact on the conference hall. This is because it is an envoy of the first nation to attend.
Hadane, who already had contact with Kim Seong-cheol, was seated in his seat after sending friendly eyes toward Kim Seong-chul. Behind him were hounded elven archers.
On the other hand, the sun was rising and telling the time near noon.
The soldiers of the Eastern Union, standing by the well, stood watching the sun reach the center of the well.
Participants, as expected, too poor to be called the World Congress.
It was when Kim Sung-cheol cleared his mind by looking at the empty table.
Another breeze came from the window.
“Ancient Kingdom!”
In the distance someone heard a cry of joy.
‘The Ancient Kingdom.’
Kim Seong-chul’s eyes came to mind.
Along with the human empire, one of the two great powers of the human race.
Another power came after the Elven Kingdom. This is something Kim Sung-chul did not expect.
Soon afterwards, people were dressed in colorful prosecutor’s attire with several swords.
The Swordmaster’s Country-like Hunk.
Kim Sungchul, who saw the man’s face at the top, stood up.
The reason why he answered himself by pastor before a few verses was simple.
The king of the ancient kingdom attended the meeting in person. He was the crowned king who arrived for the first time in both large and small nations.
“It’s been a long time. Head of the Empire. ”
Sword King Arcanite.
Unlike the nickname of the sword king, the king of the ancient kingdom, who had an intelligent impression on his slim physique, greeted Kim Seong-cheol with gross eyes and greeted him.
Kim Sung-cheol’s familiar face was mixed with him.
A cunning man who played the role of Kim Seong-cheol at the front line of Makai. He attended as one of the envoys of the king.
When Kanggas Aaron met Kim Seong-cheol, he showed a smirk and smiled at him.
“Anyway, it’s a place where there’s no way around. The reputation of the World Congress fell to the bottom. ”
Arcanite sat in the corner of the conference hall, spitting an unpleasant word.
The Swordmasters showed their strict discipline and followed him.
“What happened to the empire? Do you attend? ”
Arkanite has been questioning his head, stroking his delicate beard.
“Imperial is not coming.”
The ancient kingdom turned around, pretending to be amazed.
He stared at a young woman with a red hair sitting straight on the other side.
She sat here on behalf of the Union.
She wanted to, and Kim Sung-chul wanted to.
“This woman is a face that she could not see.”
The king of the ancient kingdom spoke in a unique cold tone.
Mark Raid rose from his seat and introduced himself.
“I was once a princess of Ixion. It was named Marker Raid. ”
The king of the ancient kingdom laughed bloody.
The ancient kingdom was a small country that can not be compared to anything.
Mark Raid continued to introduce himself without shaking.
“But I am now a leader of the Union.”
At the Arkanite question, Mark Reid nodded and calmly spoke with a restrained voice.
“The Union of Nations for all the nations and peoples of the East who were abandoned by the decision of the Old World Council.”
Arcanite smiled and turned his head back.
Cold air flowed through the intestines.
Bertelgia approached Kim Sung-cheol and whispered in a small voice.
“That’s my crown. I can’t help it. ”
“He is proud but courageous and considerate.”
He is certainly unlucky.
He was weaker than the human empire, despised the empire, and looked at the emperor as a summoner.
However, he is not a person to judge by appearance alone.
After the arrogance of nature, there was a detailed calculation and gall bladder like a king of a country.
If not, how could a king of one country come directly to this place?
The manifestation of the ancient kingdom itself is revealed directly in the face of a terrifying world’s enemies facing a hundred thousand demons.
It is undeniable that the king of the ancient kingdom is not unusual, considering that even the king of the elven kingdom in the yellow is reluctant to come directly.
After all, time passed again and the sun settled in the middle of the well.
The soldier who was observing the well announced that it was noon by shouting, and the trumpet who heard the cry raised the trumpet and sent the loud trumpet up the sky.
The world council finally began.
But as the trumpet sounded, another participant appeared without notice.
“I’m sorry I’m late. Lords of the continent. ”
The cries of the old woman rang in the gut.
People all stared at the entrance, listening to the unhappy old voices.
A woman stood in front of the guard, wearing a colorful robes of various colors and a mask with incomprehensible characters.
Only one, except Kim Sung-chul, was recognized by the king of the ancient kingdom.
“This is someone. Chairman Aquiroa? Rumors of death were digging and he was alive. ”
His cynical attitude applied equally to new participants.
‘If you ever did it’. ‘
Anxious thing happened.
A third aquiroa appeared.
But I am not alone.
Aquiro appeared behind a man of armor with a large stature and body.
Old, dusty armor that is more like a wandering knight than a king’s, a helmet that is invisible.
The man was as unfamiliar to the figures of small and new nations as Aquiro, but unlike Aquiro, people recognized the legendary figure.
“Is that the Wandering King? ?! ”
The conference hall, which began to swell with the appearance of Aquiro, plunged into chaos with the appearance of no one who was a vagrant king.
The long trumpet sounding before midday was still over.
Then a man stood up.
He walked out in front of everybody and headed to Aquiroa and the Wandering King.
And stared at them in a calm tone.
“You are not invited.”
Kim Sungchul ignored Aquiroa and passed by.
Kim Seong-cheol was looking only at the Wandering King, not Aquiro.
A faint light flashed from the inside of the helmet that the inside of the Wandering King could not see.
Two men who once represented the World Congress, called Continental Samgal and Continental Tengal, stood face to face.
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Kim Sungchul Never dreams.
Occasionally, the only thing you have to dream is a nightmare.
The only way he sees the past is to recall.
Kim Sungchul I don’t like politics.
To be precise, I was feeling inflammation.
Nevertheless, he has lived in the midst of a swirling political edition for over a decade.
The experience at that time was pain itself at the time, but if you look back now, it may have been a bitter experience.
Kim Sungchul Recalling his past as the head of the Empire who stood in the middle of world politics for a long time, he was reviving his experiences and senses.
‘It won’t be smooth.’
The hardest challenge would have been known from the very beginning of the third plague.
Kim Sungchul I sat at my desk for a long time, contemplating all the possible things that would happen at the conference, and devising ways to deal with them.
As always, preparing for a meeting is not easy.
Kim Sungchul Suddenly thought about a girl who was by her side.
Cryia Creek Fried.
The girl who was always exhausted from the day of the establishment of the World Congress and welcomed him with a bright smile was the only rest in the heart of deserted Kim Sung-chul.
Kim Sungchul Through that child, he was able to seriously face his fault for the Rise Haimer who died, and chose to fight against the world to be forgiven to atone for her and for the future of a child and several children. did.
Of course, what he believed was a mirage-like illusion.
There is no cryia next to him, and no more guilt for Rise Haimer in his heart.
Kim Sungchul Now moving is all about faint sense of aim, low sense of duty, a little curiosity, and a crucified cross of heart.
Kim Seong-chul’s candid idea is that the world is good. He does not like humans.
Although he rescued people in inevitable circumstances, he did not change his mind that he did not like humans.
It was because he was hit too much.
Flowers bloom in the mud, but beauty does not occur where they are distorted by scars and burns.
However, Kim Sung-chul also had a companion.
Kim Sungchul I looked at a book that fell asleep without moving in the fluffy bookshelf of Marrakech.
Kim Sungchul sometimes imagines her not wishing. If you think about it as cold hair, it may not have changed much on the surface. He has lived a life of setting and fulfilling his purpose for a lifetime.
But Kim Sungchul knows.
Kim Seong-chul himself has little attachment to this world.
Kim Sungchul cannot imagine what to do if the last remaining attachment disappears.
Perhaps he behaves like those who have crossed the line.
That’s why Bertelgia is more precious than anyone.
Kim Sungchul, whispering quietly, staring at the wound of Bertelgia, who had a band-aid in Marrakech.
“Let’s go to the Colossus together after this work. Let’s go there and find a cure. ”
Perhaps it was because of a deep sleep. Bertelgia did not answer.
It was a moment when Kim had a faint smile on his mouth.
Unexpectedly, another book that he met at the tower of hermit and the words left by him passed through Kim Seong-chul’s brainy mind.
Kim Sung-cheol’s beautiful eyes have deep wrinkles.
At last the promised goat’s moon, the day of destiny, with the full moon.
There was a great change.
Kim Seong-chul’s costume.
Always dressed like a beggar, he was wearing a uniform that was refined and refined.
It was made with reference to the clothes of the Imperial empire, and it was specially prepared for Kim Seong-chul by Mark Raid, the monarch of the Union.
“You look good together?”
Kim’s expression was not very bright.
The clothes were uncomfortable, but I felt the burden on the eyes of colleagues around me.
But Kim Sungchul is an adult.
Dress is not a personality, but you know when you need to dress.
Above all, the World Congress is something that Kim Seong-cheol himself held, and the messenger’s clothes appear as usual from the organizer.
“What. I wear something like this so it looks something like that. ”
Bertelgia spoke roundly around Kim Seong-chul, dressed in new clothes.
Maracia was still saying whether the prize money of the prize money from the dungeon was still maintained.
However, when Kim Seong-cheol did not see it, his eyes were covered with feathered hands, something gossiped at Bertelgia, and Bertelgia was bursting with laughter.
An uninvited guest, Tygon Bosbolot, was absent. He, along with his subordinate priests, was eager to see the signs of heresy, which Atheid Sidmia appeared and devastated.
“As I said before, there may be very few attendees.”
Mark Raid stared at the blood-stained eastern sky.
“Not sure, but many small nations perished with the appearance of the obelisk.”
Marker Reid thought that the cause of the destruction of small nations, such as the neighboring Wittoria, was the tectonic shift caused by the appearance of the obelisk.
They did not know anything about the interior of the apocalyptic cult behind them.
“…. Whoever comes, when the sun rises at noon, the World Assembly begins. ”
Kim Sungchul Stepped into the theater, which was supposed to be the venue for the World Congress.
The actors performed Chil Young-woong’s heroic story and where Claris sang, there was a large table and twenty seats.
There was no senior, but there was a place for Kim Seong-chul to take the role of chairman.
Kim Sungchul I sat in the center of the table and waited for the time to go.
How much time passed, the breeze blew from the open window and passed through his hair.
From a distant place, a loud shout was heard, and soon a messenger from the Eastern Union appeared and reported to Kim Seong-chul.
“The ashes of the kingdom of Kinde have arrived.”
Unfamiliar country. Kim Sungchul nodded, recalling that the country was one of the smaller nations in the buffer zone between the northwestern empire and the ancient kingdom.
‘Even small countries don’t send kings.’
Still better than no one sent.
As noon approached, attendance began to increase.
The ensignments of five insignificant nations, beginning with the Kinde kingdom, arrived, and then Hadane, the prince of the Elven Allied kingdom, arrived.
Hadade’s arrival had a great impact on the conference hall. This is because it is an envoy of the first nation to attend.
Hadane, who already had contact with Kim Seong-cheol, was seated in his seat after sending friendly eyes toward Kim Seong-chul. Behind him were hounded elven archers.
On the other hand, the sun was rising and telling the time near noon.
The soldiers of the Eastern Union, standing by the well, stood watching the sun reach the center of the well.
Participants, as expected, too poor to be called the World Congress.
It was when Kim Sung-cheol cleared his mind by looking at the empty table.
Another breeze came from the window.
“Ancient Kingdom!”
In the distance someone heard a cry of joy.
‘The Ancient Kingdom.’
Kim Seong-chul’s eyes came to mind.
Along with the human empire, one of the two great powers of the human race.
Another power came after the Elven Kingdom. This is something Kim Sung-chul did not expect.
Soon afterwards, people were dressed in colorful prosecutor’s attire with several swords.
The Swordmaster’s Country-like Hunk.
Kim Sungchul, who saw the man’s face at the top, stood up.
The reason why he answered himself by pastor before a few verses was simple.
The king of the ancient kingdom attended the meeting in person. He was the crowned king who arrived for the first time in both large and small nations.
“It’s been a long time. Head of the Empire. ”
Sword King Arcanite.
Unlike the nickname of the sword king, the king of the ancient kingdom, who had an intelligent impression on his slim physique, greeted Kim Seong-cheol with gross eyes and greeted him.
Kim Sung-cheol’s familiar face was mixed with him.
A cunning man who played the role of Kim Seong-cheol at the front line of Makai. He attended as one of the envoys of the king.
When Kanggas Aaron met Kim Seong-cheol, he showed a smirk and smiled at him.
“Anyway, it’s a place where there’s no way around. The reputation of the World Congress fell to the bottom. ”
Arcanite sat in the corner of the conference hall, spitting an unpleasant word.
The Swordmasters showed their strict discipline and followed him.
“What happened to the empire? Do you attend? ”
Arkanite has been questioning his head, stroking his delicate beard.
“Imperial is not coming.”
The ancient kingdom turned around, pretending to be amazed.
He stared at a young woman with a red hair sitting straight on the other side.
She sat here on behalf of the Union.
She wanted to, and Kim Sung-chul wanted to.
“This woman is a face that she could not see.”
The king of the ancient kingdom spoke in a unique cold tone.
Mark Raid rose from his seat and introduced himself.
“I was once a princess of Ixion. It was named Marker Raid. ”
The king of the ancient kingdom laughed bloody.
The ancient kingdom was a small country that can not be compared to anything.
Mark Raid continued to introduce himself without shaking.
“But I am now a leader of the Union.”
At the Arkanite question, Mark Reid nodded and calmly spoke with a restrained voice.
“The Union of Nations for all the nations and peoples of the East who were abandoned by the decision of the Old World Council.”
Arcanite smiled and turned his head back.
Cold air flowed through the intestines.
Bertelgia approached Kim Sung-cheol and whispered in a small voice.
“That’s my crown. I can’t help it. ”
“He is proud but courageous and considerate.”
He is certainly unlucky.
He was weaker than the human empire, despised the empire, and looked at the emperor as a summoner.
However, he is not a person to judge by appearance alone.
After the arrogance of nature, there was a detailed calculation and gall bladder like a king of a country.
If not, how could a king of one country come directly to this place?
The manifestation of the ancient kingdom itself is revealed directly in the face of a terrifying world’s enemies facing a hundred thousand demons.
It is undeniable that the king of the ancient kingdom is not unusual, considering that even the king of the elven kingdom in the yellow is reluctant to come directly.
After all, time passed again and the sun settled in the middle of the well.
The soldier who was observing the well announced that it was noon by shouting, and the trumpet who heard the cry raised the trumpet and sent the loud trumpet up the sky.
The world council finally began.
But as the trumpet sounded, another participant appeared without notice.
“I’m sorry I’m late. Lords of the continent. ”
The cries of the old woman rang in the gut.
People all stared at the entrance, listening to the unhappy old voices.
A woman stood in front of the guard, wearing a colorful robes of various colors and a mask with incomprehensible characters.
Only one, except Kim Sung-chul, was recognized by the king of the ancient kingdom.
“This is someone. Chairman Aquiroa? Rumors of death were digging and he was alive. ”
His cynical attitude applied equally to new participants.
‘If you ever did it’. ‘
Anxious thing happened.
A third aquiroa appeared.
But I am not alone.
Aquiro appeared behind a man of armor with a large stature and body.
Old, dusty armor that is more like a wandering knight than a king’s, a helmet that is invisible.
The man was as unfamiliar to the figures of small and new nations as Aquiro, but unlike Aquiro, people recognized the legendary figure.
“Is that the Wandering King? ?! ”
The conference hall, which began to swell with the appearance of Aquiro, plunged into chaos with the appearance of no one who was a vagrant king.
The long trumpet sounding before midday was still over.
Then a man stood up.
He walked out in front of everybody and headed to Aquiroa and the Wandering King.
And stared at them in a calm tone.
“You are not invited.”
Kim Sungchul ignored Aquiroa and passed by.
Kim Seong-cheol was looking only at the Wandering King, not Aquiro.
A faint light flashed from the inside of the helmet that the inside of the Wandering King could not see.
Two men who once represented the World Congress, called Continental Samgal and Continental Tengal, stood face to face.
Kim Sungchul Never dreams. Occasionally, the only thing you have to dream is a nightmare. The only way he sees the past is to recall. Kim Sungchul I don't like politics. To be precise, I was feeling inflammation. Nevertheless, he has lived in the midst of a swirling political edition for over a decade. The experience at that time was pain itself at the time, but if you look back now, it may have been a bitter experience. Kim Sungchul Recalling his past as the head of the Empire who stood in the middle of world politics for a long time, he was reviving his experiences and senses. It won't be smooth.' The hardest challenge would have been known from the very beginning of the third plague. Kim Sungchul I sat at my desk for a long time, contemplating all the possible things that would happen at the conference, and devising ways to deal with them. As always, preparing for a meeting is not easy. Kim Sungchul Suddenly thought about a girl who was by her side. Cryia Creek Fried. The girl who was always exhausted from the day of the establishment of the World Congress and welcomed him with a bright smile was the only rest in the heart of deserted Kim Sung-chul. Kim Sungchul Through that child, he was able to seriously face his fault for the Rise Haimer who died, and chose to fight against the world to be forgiven to atone for her and for the future of a child and several children. did. Of course, what he believed was a mirage-like illusion. There is no cryia next to him, and no more guilt for Rise Haimer in his heart. Kim Sungchul Now moving is all about faint sense of aim, low sense of duty, a little curiosity, and a crucified cross of heart. Kim Seong-chul's candid idea is that the world is good. He does not like humans. Although he rescued people in inevitable circumstances, he did not change his mind that he did not like humans. It was because he was hit too much. Flowers bloom in the mud, but beauty does not occur where they are distorted by scars and burns. However, Kim Sung-chul also had a companion. Kim Sungchul I looked at a book that fell asleep without moving in the fluffy bookshelf of Marrakech. Kim Sungchul sometimes imagines her not wishing. If you think about it as cold hair, it may not have changed much on the surface. He has lived a life of setting and fulfilling his purpose for a lifetime. But Kim Sungchul knows. Kim Seong-chul himself has little attachment to this world. Kim Sungchul cannot imagine what to do if the last remaining attachment disappears. Perhaps he behaves like those who have crossed the line. That's why Bertelgia is more precious than anyone. Kim Sungchul, whispering quietly, staring at the wound of Bertelgia, who had a band-aid in Marrakech. Let's go to the Colossus together after this work. Let's go there and find a cure. Perhaps it was because of a deep sleep. Bertelgia did not answer. It was a moment when Kim had a faint smile on his mouth. Unexpectedly, another book that he met at the tower of hermit and the words left by him passed through Kim Seong-chul's brainy mind. Kim Sung-cheol's beautiful eyes have deep wrinkles. At last the promised goat's moon, the day of destiny, with the full moon. There was a great change. Kim Seong-chul's costume. Always dressed like a beggar, he was wearing a uniform that was refined and refined. It was made with reference to the clothes of the Imperial empire, and it was specially prepared for Kim Seong-chul by Mark Raid, the monarch of the Union. You look good together? Kim's expression was not very bright. The clothes were uncomfortable, but I felt the burden on the eyes of colleagues around me. But Kim Sungchul is an adult. Dress is not a personality, but you know when you need to dress. Above all, the World Congress is something that Kim Seong-cheol himself held, and the messenger's clothes appear as usual from the organizer. What. I wear something like this so it looks something like that. Bertelgia spoke roundly around Kim Seong-chul, dressed in new clothes. Maracia was still saying whether the prize money of the prize money from the dungeon was still maintained. However, when Kim Seong-cheol did not see it, his eyes were covered with feathered hands, something gossiped at Bertelgia, and Bertelgia was bursting with laughter. An uninvited guest, Tygon Bosbolot, was absent. He, along with his subordinate priests, was eager to see the signs of heresy, which Atheid Sidmia appeared and devastated. As I said before, there may be very few attendees. Mark Raid stared at the blood-stained eastern sky. Not sure, but many small nations perished with the appearance of the obelisk. Marker Reid thought that the cause of the destruction of small nations, such as the neighboring Wittoria, was the tectonic shift caused by the appearance of the obelisk. They did not know anything about the interior of the apocalyptic cult behind them. . Whoever comes, when the sun rises at noon, the World Assembly begins. Kim Sungchul Stepped into the theater, which was supposed to be the venue for the World Congress. The actors performed Chil Young-woong's heroic story and where Claris sang, there was a large table and twenty seats. There was no senior, but there was a place for Kim Seong-chul to take the role of chairman. Kim Sungchul I sat in the center of the table and waited for the time to go. How much time passed, the breeze blew from the open window and passed through his hair. From a distant place, a loud shout was heard, and soon a messenger from the Eastern Union appeared and reported to Kim Seong-chul. The ashes of the kingdom of Kinde have arrived. Unfamiliar country. Kim Sungchul nodded, recalling that the country was one of the smaller nations in the buffer zone between the northwestern empire and the ancient kingdom. Even small countries don't send kings.' Still better than no one sent. As noon approached, attendance began to increase. The ensignments of five insignificant nations, beginning with the Kinde kingdom, arrived, and then Hadane, the prince of the Elven Allied kingdom, arrived. Hadade's arrival had a great impact on the conference hall. This is because it is an envoy of the first nation to attend. Hadane, who already had contact with Kim Seong-cheol, was seated in his seat after sending friendly eyes toward Kim Seong-chul. Behind him were hounded elven archers. On the other hand, the sun was rising and telling the time near noon. The soldiers of the Eastern Union, standing by the well, stood watching the sun reach the center of the well. Participants, as expected, too poor to be called the World Congress. It was when Kim Sung-cheol cleared his mind by looking at the empty table. Another breeze came from the window. Ancient Kingdom! In the distance someone heard a cry of joy. The Ancient Kingdom.' Kim Seong-chul's eyes came to mind. Along with the human empire, one of the two great powers of the human race. Another power came after the Elven Kingdom. This is something Kim Sung-chul did not expect. Soon afterwards, people were dressed in colorful prosecutor's attire with several swords. The Swordmaster's Country-like Hunk. Kim Sungchul, who saw the man's face at the top, stood up. The reason why he answered himself by pastor before a few verses was simple. The king of the ancient kingdom attended the meeting in person. He was the crowned king who arrived for the first time in both large and small nations. It's been a long time. Head of the Empire. Sword King Arcanite. Unlike the nickname of the sword king, the king of the ancient kingdom, who had an intelligent impression on his slim physique, greeted Kim Seong-cheol with gross eyes and greeted him. Kim Sung-cheol's familiar face was mixed with him. A cunning man who played the role of Kim Seong-cheol at the front line of Makai. He attended as one of the envoys of the king. When Kanggas Aaron met Kim Seong-cheol, he showed a smirk and smiled at him. Anyway, it's a place where there's no way around. The reputation of the World Congress fell to the bottom. Arcanite sat in the corner of the conference hall, spitting an unpleasant word. The Swordmasters showed their strict discipline and followed him. What happened to the empire? Do you attend? Arkanite has been questioning his head, stroking his delicate beard. Imperial is not coming. The ancient kingdom turned around, pretending to be amazed. He stared at a young woman with a red hair sitting straight on the other side. She sat here on behalf of the Union. She wanted to, and Kim Sung-chul wanted to. This woman is a face that she could not see. The king of the ancient kingdom spoke in a unique cold tone. Mark Raid rose from his seat and introduced himself. I was once a princess of Ixion. It was named Marker Raid. The king of the ancient kingdom laughed bloody. The ancient kingdom was a small country that can not be compared to anything. Mark Raid continued to introduce himself without shaking. But I am now a leader of the Union. At the Arkanite question, Mark Reid nodded and calmly spoke with a restrained voice. The Union of Nations for all the nations and peoples of the East who were abandoned by the decision of the Old World Council. Arcanite smiled and turned his head back. Cold air flowed through the intestines. Bertelgia approached Kim Sung-cheol and whispered in a small voice. That's my crown. I can't help it. He is proud but courageous and considerate. He is certainly unlucky. He was weaker than the human empire, despised the empire, and looked at the emperor as a summoner. However, he is not a person to judge by appearance alone. After the arrogance of nature, there was a detailed calculation and gall bladder like a king of a country. If not, how could a king of one country come directly to this place? The manifestation of the ancient kingdom itself is revealed directly in the face of a terrifying world's enemies facing a hundred thousand demons. It is undeniable that the king of the ancient kingdom is not unusual, considering that even the king of the elven kingdom in the yellow is reluctant to come directly. After all, time passed again and the sun settled in the middle of the well. The soldier who was observing the well announced that it was noon by shouting, and the trumpet who heard the cry raised the trumpet and sent the loud trumpet up the sky. The world council finally began. But as the trumpet sounded, another participant appeared without notice. I'm sorry I'm late. Lords of the continent. The cries of the old woman rang in the gut. People all stared at the entrance, listening to the unhappy old voices. A woman stood in front of the guard, wearing a colorful robes of various colors and a mask with incomprehensible characters. Only one, except Kim Sung-chul, was recognized by the king of the ancient kingdom. This is someone. Chairman Aquiroa? Rumors of death were digging and he was alive. His cynical attitude applied equally to new participants. If you ever did it'. Anxious thing happened. A third aquiroa appeared. But I am not alone. Aquiro appeared behind a man of armor with a large stature and body. Old, dusty armor that is more like a wandering knight than a king's, a helmet that is invisible. The man was as unfamiliar to the figures of small and new nations as Aquiro, but unlike Aquiro, people recognized the legendary figure. Is that the Wandering King? ?! The conference hall, which began to swell with the appearance of Aquiro, plunged into chaos with the appearance of no one who was a vagrant king. The long trumpet sounding before midday was still over. Then a man stood up. He walked out in front of everybody and headed to Aquiroa and the Wandering King. And stared at them in a calm tone. You are not invited. Kim Sungchul ignored Aquiroa and passed by. Kim Seong-cheol was looking only at the Wandering King, not Aquiro. A faint light flashed from the inside of the helmet that the inside of the Wandering King could not see. Two men who once represented the World Congress, called Continental Samgal and Continental Tengal, stood face to face.
