Chapter 175 – 175. Either/or
“Where is the soul of Magan, who just passed away?”
A riddle-like question.
Deius’ body trembles and he feels as if his true identity has already been penetrated.
What will happen if I say something wrong here?
Will they really let him go?
Even though I was thinking about various things, I couldn’t help but feel greedy.
If she really is the devil.
Could it be that he could bring himself back to life?
Demons that appear in legends and fairy tales often grant human wishes.
“Now, answer.”
Deius took a slow deep breath in response to the secretary’s question. He couldn’t know the answer.
How would he know where Magan’s soul is? That moment when your head gets hot and you feel like answering that you don’t know.
The throbbing pain in my right hand made me close my mouth. A great evil that even the great Kim Shin-woo could not kill even though he fought risking his life.
Even though I had used a gem called Remegeton to meet Donggwi, a few days later, I was smiling and shaking my hand again without any problem.
‘Did he really die that easily?’
Archdemon Magan?
I still felt like his creepy smile was weighing on me. The right hand, which was horizontal and empty, was giving the correct answer.
“does not exist.”
The others were puzzled as to what he was saying, but the secretary’s eyes twitched slightly.
“Magan’s soul is not here.”
Deia, reading his trembling eyes, stands next to Deius. He was giving strength to his opinion.
Even though she couldn’t see the soul, Deia came to the same conclusion.
“Because he’s not dead.”
There was power in the firm declaration. I already said it out loud anyway. Even though this was not the correct answer, we needed to confidently pretend that it was the correct answer.
Those who don’t know that Magan is the Great Evil look at Magan’s body again with puzzled expressions.
His body was still lying there, looking miserable.
The moment the corner of the secretary’s mouth twisted and she glared at him with a sense of humiliation.
“Hehehehe!”
A light rang out in the darkness. The sound of laughter, which was truly filled with great joy, actually gave everyone anxiety.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! okay! yes! You are Deius Verdi! “It has to be that way!”
The other side of the secretary.
The voice echoing in the darkness belonged to a man everyone already knew.
President Magan.
Hiding in the darkness where light could not reach, he continued to laugh.
“Then I’ll feel that taste of you again! “Only then will we be able to eat you, a special delicacy!”
Truly, the Great Devil was happy. I was convinced that Deius Verdi was real.
“Is it because the right hand was cut off that the momentum and atmosphere weakened? How humane! Truly humane! “That makes it even more delicious!”
“… … .”
“There is nothing more special than a person who has shouldered karma, overcome hardships, and has stronger beliefs.”
Hung!
As a strong wind blows, the white light created by the saint’s divine power disappears and thick darkness comes.
“It’s annoying, saint.”
The moment the divine power disappears, you notice that Magan is moving.
Deia tried to urgently shout to protect Lucia, but it was already too late.
“100 million!”
With Lucia’s scream, flames rise again and light up the surroundings.
However, this time, it was not a white flame created by divine power, but a purple flame created by Magan.
In front of the rising flame stood Magan holding the fallen Lucia in his arms.
Tyrun saw this and tried to rush in, swinging his staff urgently.
“Shhh.”
I had no choice but to stop when I saw Magan’s hand wrapping around Lucia’s neck.
“If you move it even a little bit, it will break.”
Magan’s long tongue, giggling, licks the cheek of the fainted saint.
“How on earth?”
“What kind of situation is this!”
“The president is dead… … .”
People are embarrassed when they see a living president.
The secretary calmed them down and stepped forward.
“Now, this is the substitute I was talking about. Even if you all die here, we can make identical dolls and send them outside.”
“doll?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Did anyone suspect that Magan, who announced the start of the banquet earlier, was a fake?”
A word from the secretary that immediately silences the pouring criticism. That was correct.
I don’t know how, but they didn’t realize until they told them that the assassinated Magan was a fake.
What if they die here?
What if the fakes created by the Clark Republic return to their respective countries?
There was a loud swallowing sound.
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Tycoons with considerable influence in their respective countries. It was dizzying to even imagine what would happen if they became fake loyalists to the Clark Republic.
“Do you have any idea of the situation now? We are giving you a chance. “Are you going to be cold food for bugs here, or are you going to survive?”
The identity of the crawling things heard earlier is revealed. The moment the saint’s divine power disappears, hundreds of insects pass by her feet.
They were crawling around excitedly, saying they wanted to eat humans right away.
“What should I do to survive?”
Jordia of the German Kingdom raised her hand and asked. Others gave him critical looks at his question, but he remained calm.
“You are wise as expected, God of the Desert. Do you remember the gift we gave you at the beginning of the year before the banquet started?”
“You mean drugs.”
“Hehe, it’s legal in the Clark Republic. “Well, it’s a different product from what’s on the market.”
The secretary slowly took out a cigarette from her pocket.
“You can smoke this. Then you will have no choice but to follow our orders. “And I’m very happy about that!”
Even Jordia’s eyes shook at the sound of something that was no different from controlling one’s mind, but the exclamation actually came from somewhere else.
“Now, wait a minute. “At the beginning of the year?”
Tom, the shield of the Principality of Balestan, who was the only one in this place to smoke tobacco, looked around his body in confusion.
Seeing that, the secretary smiles and extends her hand.
“Aha, let’s see what happens.”
widely!
With a flick of his hand, Tom’s expression gradually becomes calmer. He slowly lowers his head and then smiles.
“This is ridiculous. Why was I so embarrassed? “It was stupid.”
“Tom?”
When the heir to the duchy cautiously calls Tom, Tom smiles brightly and spreads his hands.
“This was it! This is what I have been looking for my whole life! Ah, why was I afraid! “What a joy!”
“Sat, Tom?”
“There is nothing to be afraid of. Ah, I wonder why I was so embarrassed, and now I feel embarrassed.”
Tom smiles brightly and is happy. He wasn’t a different person than before. He said it was definitely Tom and he was genuinely happy.
“Tom! Wake!”
Tom shrugs his shoulders at the successor’s shout.
“I am sane. I just realized the truth and the truth. Ah, I feel like my life so far has been really foolish.”
A sudden change in Tom.
Of course, other people did not like such changes.
Rather, the secretary smiled and suggested.
“Now, would you like to smoke a joint and join us? Or are you going to die here coldly and become food for worms?”
The devil’s choice between two options.
Inside the quiet banquet hall, with only the sound of crawling insects echoing. The first person to walk towards the secretary was Han Xiao, an old man from the Han Empire.
“Your body will grow old and die anyway. “I can at least take revenge on the empire that abandoned me, who was once called a god of war.”
“Hanso!”
“How can you do that!”
A delegation from the Han Empire erupted in criticism toward Han Xiao, but the stooped old man stood in front of the secretary without hesitation.
The secretary smiles and hands him a candle.
“welcome.”
“iced coffee.”
Hanso’s hand, which was heading toward the beginning of the year, rises even higher.
Cough!
In an instant, he closed his fist and struck the secretary’s jaw with an accurate thrust.
“Where are you testing my loyalty?”
Han So continues to strike the body of the secretary who is floating. An imperial delegation cheers when they realize that he, who they thought had changed his mind, is actually risking his life to fight back.
The martial god Hanso realizes that now is his peak moment and the moment to ignite the dying flame of life for the last time.
Circular reflection.
As of now, he is showing off the momentum of the past when he was called a military god.
Quack!
He bites his lip as he sees bugs flying at his feet and eating his flesh.
Quang!
He hit the floor roughly and pushed it away with mana and wind pressure.
“… … !”
Only a few insects were pushed away, and more insects from behind attacked his body.
“Ah, ahhh!”
Erupting screams and gushing blood. The secretary frowned as she stroked her beaten chin.
“The old man has good strength.”
Quad Deuk!
The secretary’s hand pierced like a spear into Hanso’s heart, which was overrun by insects.
The life of a man who was once called a martial god for conquering the times ended in vain.
They become food for insects and their bodies cannot even be found.
“That’s it, kill the entire Han Empire.”
The first to move upon hearing those words was Tom of the Principality of Balestan. As soon as the secretary says something, he rushes in and kills an envoy from an empire.
Its huge size was truly worthy of being called a bear, as was its fighting style.
Even while the massacre was taking place, others could not move carelessly.
The secretary’s eyes were glaring at them, telling them to make a move.
This must have been exactly what Medusa’s gaze felt like, as it turns you into stone when you face it.
And after a while.
The bugs that have eaten all the people in an empire gradually take on human shapes.
Starting from the military god Han So, who died in struggle, to other envoys.
The secretary smiles and points to them.
“Now, did you see it? We don’t care what you choose. In the end, it all goes the way you want it to.”
But why are we being given this choice?
This was because they were demons whose nature was to want to play with humans.
“You can’t help but think that way.”
A quiet woman’s voice breaks the calm atmosphere. Standing between her brothers, Deia’s eyes straighten up to reach her secretary.
“Because you are devils. So, it would seem that they are going through these complicated procedures in order to play with humans.”
“… … .”
“Do you really think we put similar values on the scale? “It seems to me that you want us to smoke that cigarette.”
The option of dying unconditionally and the option of giving up one’s humanity and surviving.
But if you look a little deeper, you might see it another way.
I don’t know how smoking tobacco controls your mind, but there is a future anyway.
Because they may be able to return to their home countries and receive treatment later.
In fact, the act of smoking a cigarette was to abandon one’s present self in the hope of such a future.
hope.
I hold out hope that if I get out of this place alive, something can somehow change.
They were subtly urging people to smoke tobacco, and in fact, most people were thinking that they could not afford to send an unlikely fake to their homeland because their lives were now at risk.
Deia’s finger points to a fake delegation from an empire standing emotionlessly.
“It’s because there’s something wrong with those, right? is not it?”
“after.”
“I pretend it’s an either/or choice, but really I just want to do things the way you want.”
The corners of the secretary’s mouth, which had been up, slowly, very slowly, came down.
“Your siblings are so annoying.”
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