Episode 223: The Ghost King -2-
I don’t understand.
Why Sao Paulo and not Seoul?
In the Arcane Seoul worldview, São Paulo has no particular value.
They say that the wise god Poka lives there, but that’s all.
If a nuclear war breaks out, it will be one of the first cities to be hit by nuclear missiles and reduced to ruins.
‘By any chance, the back of the head?’
Did the high priest hit the back of the saint’s head?
No, that’s impossible.
No matter what the Dark Jaguar Order does, they cannot defeat the Mamaquila Order on their own.
What is the Mamaquila Order?
Even the Poka Sogyo sect can’t win.
[Understanding][Cool][Intelligent][Concentrated]
The intelligence traits I have.
I was lost in thought, equipped with the magical brain material properties.
We need to figure out the intention.
You have to read the saint’s thoughts.
Otherwise, you will be dragged away and eventually become prey to your old father.
‘We must assume that the secret alliance between the two sects is still maintained.’
Both the Old Father and the Dark Jaguar need an opponent.
And the goals of the two deities are unclear.
resurrection.
Both the old father and the dark jaguar dream of being fully resurrected.
‘Sacrificing São Paulo?’
The old Fathers’ sect has no base in Brazil for that.
Brazil is a regional power, although not as powerful as South Korea.
The branch power is too strong to be easily shaken.
No.
Let’s change our thinking.
We must think from the perspective of the old father’s church and the saint, not from my perspective.
The Seoul terrorist attack ended in failure.
The old father’s sect achieved no strategic goals.
Assassination of key figures, social unrest, and government incapacitation all failed.
How about a zombie outbreak?
Because I was stirring, all four axes of the zombie outbreak broke.
This way, even if we mobilize the entire Dark Jaguar Cult, it will be difficult to cause a zombie outbreak.
I guess it’s just a zombie incident.
It’s truly a storm in a teacup.
If I were a saint.
Naturally, we move on to plan B.
I’ll save the Dark Jaguar Order or use it elsewhere.
‘I should have asked why you were going to Seoul.’
I thought you were coming to cause a zombie apocalypse.
Oh, no.
It must be a joint operation.
The descent of the Phantom King into Sao Paulo.
The Dark Jaguar Cult is in Seoul.
Even if the high priest and priesthood are small in scale, they can cause major terrorist attacks or zombie incidents.
Just look at the zombie sightings spreading all over the internet right now.
With the high priest dead and the priesthood annihilated, it was clear that the zombies that had been prepared in advance were released from control and came out into the streets.
‘I have to go to Sao Paulo.’
The saint’s plan B would be to revive the dark jaguar.
Didn’t I tell you once?
Poca is a child now.
As a wise god and a reincarnated god, it is good for him to directly intervene in reality, but he cannot do anything while he is growing after he inevitably dies and is reincarnated.
The Dark Jaguar Order is a forsaken group.
What if we divert the attention of the Poka sect, summon the Phantom King, prepare a sufficient Phantom army, cause mass chaos, and then have the old father sect kidnap Poka?
Worth a try.
Even if the other wise gods come running, Poca will have already been kidnapped.
Because the divine power has been taken away and the dark jaguar has been resurrected.
[Director Choi. I heard that zombies are appearing in Seoul these days. Please investigate. Don’t leave it all up to the government.]
[Yes, Your Majesty.]
I was about to get up after sending a message when I hesitated.
right.
Red Cougar can’t be used now.
I had no choice but to charter a private jet.
There was no direct flight to Brazil in this world.
Flying cars are also impossible due to the high snow cover while riding the Red Cougar.
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A dedicated plane targeting high-level superhumans was the best option.
“It is an honor, Your Majesty.”
The neatly dressed president and captain bowed politely.
“I will make you feel comfortable.”
“I don’t need anything else, so please go as quickly as possible.”
“Yes, don’t worry. We operate the fastest aircraft in the world. We’ll take you comfortably at Mach 2.”
A private jet that originally resembled the Concorde of the world.
The fuselage was sleek and the nose was pointed.
The Concorde had terrible fuel economy and a short range, but this plane was different.
Fly nonstop to Sao Paulo, Brazil, 18,000 kilometers away.
Guaaaang.
It’s all because of the magic science engine.
That thing that goes into the flying car.
The raw material is the magic core.
Instead, you have to spend a huge amount of money on a single run.
You have to pay at least a hundred billion won for each ride.
‘One international taxi costs 100 million won… ‘
Consumption of magic core.
personnel expenses.
Dignity maintenance expenses.
All added up, it’s like this.
If it’s a profit, it’s a profit, but instead, it’s delivered at Mach 2.
I felt a little disappointed.
‘If only the red cougar had been okay.’
Should I buy an airplane too?
A supersonic fighter jet, or even a dedicated jet, can fly at speeds of Mach 4 to 5, taking into account my characteristics.
After this is over, I should ask the South Korean government about it.
Wow!
A private jet flew across the sky.
It was fast.
A distance that would have taken at least 25 hours if traveled via regular flights.
We arrived just eight hours after takeoff, and the immigration procedures were taken care of in advance by the charter company.
The president and captain came to me and greeted me politely.
“Thank you for using our service. Whenever you call us, we will run to you wherever you are.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work.”
Going back is not a problem.
Because you can use the Great Escape Magic Chip.
It’s expensive for a disposable item, but not 10 billion won.
It’s much better to use the Great Escape than to burn 10 billion and ride a private jet.
A black limousine is waiting on the airport runway.
This was also called by a private jet rental company.
Instead, I have to take responsibility for the rest of the schedule.
The driver greeted me, and the local daily secretary in the passenger seat checked the tablet PC.
“Hello, Your Majesty. I am Marcia Sampaio, who will assist you during your stay in Brazil.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“I am scheduled to meet with the Archbishop of São Paulo, the Poca Minor Order of the Mamaquila Order, in 30 minutes. Is there any change in the schedule?”
“None. Let’s go right away.”
“Yes. I will take you to the Grand Palace of São Paulo.”
The Mamaquila Order has a unique system as its territory is vast.
The interior is divided into five small sects, and each small sect rules over its own territory.
Brazil is the territory of the Pocahontas.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t meet the Patriarch right away.
I nervously fiddled with the banner hanging on my chest.
‘If I were a knight of the Mamaquila Order, I’d be a free passer.’
Think about joining the Church of Thor or the Church of Gaia.
Will the archbishop come out?
The Pope came running out.
But I have no connection with the Mamaquila Order, so there’s nothing I can do.
I haven’t made any special contributions to the Great Rift.
“We have arrived.”
“Thank you for your hard work. Please wait outside.”
There is no guarantee that things will go my way.
It would be great if Archbishop Poca accepted my request, but it is likely that he will just pass it over.
Because the timing is what it is.
In that case, we should choose option 2.
Eight hours flying on a private jet.
I didn’t just waste time blankly either.
After waiting a moment in the reception room, the door opened and a kind-looking archbishop came in.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. The venerable Guardian of the Stigmata has requested an interview. It is a great pleasure to meet you.”
“I am Kim Jeon-sa. It is an honor to meet you.”
Here too, they call me the Guardian of the Stigmata.
That makes sense.
If the Thor Cult and Gaia Cult are responsible for the Great Labyrinth, then the Mamaquila Cult is responsible for the Great Rift.
With the Guardians League.
The United States is also investing considerable national power.
“I heard that you stopped by the Great Rift last time. Hehe, the brothers of the Great Rift branch wanted to see the Guardian of the Stigmata, but unfortunately, you just passed away.”
“I’m so busy. I also always have gratitude and respect for the Mamaquila Order. Aren’t they the ones who are on the front lines of preventing the Great Rift?”
“You are too kind. As a servant of the moon, I am just doing what I am supposed to do.”
The reason why the Guardians’ Alliance headquarters is in the Great Labyrinth and not the Great Rift.
It’s all thanks to the Mamaquila Order.
When the Great Rift overflows, the Mamaquila Church dispatches the Wise God to defeat the otherworldly creatures.
Still, it is inevitable that there will be victims like Carly’s grandmother.
The conversation continued for a while as if they were seeing each other.
It was frustrating for me, who has an impatient personality, but it was something I couldn’t not do.
This is aristocratic social politics.
As a level 7 superhuman, I have effectively become a noble, so I need to follow the customs of this world.
Especially if the opponent is a priest of the Mamaquila Order, known for being stubborn and stubborn.
“By the way… … .”
After hanging out for a while, we started talking.
“There is a reason why I flew all the way to São Paulo.”
“Yes, I suppose so. Aren’t you a very busy person?”
The archbishop looks at me as if asking me to speak.
“As you may know, Your Grace, I engaged in combat with the High Priest of the Dark Jaguar Cult in the Eastern Pacific yesterday.”
“Wait a minute. You’re the High Priest of the Dark Jaguar Cult?”
“Yes, there is evidence.”
Several magical weapons taken from the high priest.
Something that can be sold at a high price to a priest-type superhuman is sleeping in my golf bag.
The archbishop looked thoughtful.
“I heard that the cultists launched a plane in Amazonia. The Brazilian Air Force tried to intercept it, but tsk, they were wondering if there were cultists in there too, and while they were doing whatever, they lost it. I confirmed that the Guardian of the Stigmata captured them, but was it the High Priest’s group?”
“Yes, that’s true. The high priest has some kind of special power.”
“Haha, I understand. You don’t need to show me any evidence. God has already given us His prophecy.”
“Is this a prophecy?”
“Yes. The Dark Jaguar Cult has been destroyed. Just like those vicious Sky Serpents. Weren’t they already annihilated hundreds of years ago? Only a handful of Bloodthirsty Soldiers left in the jungle still believe in the Sky Serpents. The High Priest, the three priests, and the headquarters priests are all dead, so the Dark Jaguars will follow the same path. Well done, very well done.”
The archbishop with a big smile on his face.
Oh, maybe this will work out?
“But there is information I obtained while catching those guys.”
“Information… what is it?”
“The high priest did not leave Brazil without thinking. He had a plan in Sao Paulo.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Yes. According to what I know, the Ghost King will soon descend upon São Paulo. Do you know the Ghost King? He may have already descended and is creating an army of ghosts.”
“Haha, the Phantom King.”
The archbishop frowns.
The Ghost King is the highest level undead.
If he descends in perfect condition, he will be of the quasi-divine level.
It’s incomparable to a death knight or a lich.
“This is a city where God himself resides. Do you think there would be anything like an undead in such a city?”
“Just because it’s called the City of God doesn’t mean it’s a divine kingdom. You never know where the Phantom King might be hiding in the shadows.”
There are also slums in Sao Paulo.
There is a landfill.
The negative thoughts, negative dimensional magic, and pollutants that the city inevitably produces are places where they accumulate, making it a perfect place for the undead, including the Wraith King.
If you don’t clean it regularly, it can be disastrous.
I looked at the archbishop and spoke to him as if I was admonishing him.
“This is solid information. You should definitely check it out.”
“Haha, right.”
The archbishop frowns.
A clear feeling of hesitation.
The inside story is completely readable.
The understanding traits that he still possesses, as well as the cool-headed and intelligent traits, allowed him to see through the Archbishop’s true feelings.
So I asked again.
“Please, please, please investigate. Would I have flown all the way here for nothing? Even chartering a private plane?”
“Tsk… … .”
The archbishop clicked his tongue.
“I understand. Since the Guardian of the Stigmata says so, I will try my best.”
“please.”
My goodness.
Do you really need to ask for help when you’re warning that another country’s capital or another religious site is in danger?
But actually, I knew it would turn out like this from the beginning.
Now, Poca is a minor and in a state of ignorance.
There’s no way they’ll listen to a warning.
Because I will be focusing all my attention solely on protecting and escorting Poka.
City cleanup?
The advent of the Ghost King?
I don’t know.
Our living God is growing day by day.
If you have the manpower to guard and investigate the city, it would be better to see the god at least once.
Let’s hear that voice and see that face.
The noble divine power flowing around the young god will grant us a ticket to heaven.
A wise god who walks the earth with a physical body.
The real afterlife.
The greed that arose from that combination was completely blinding the eyes of the Poka sect.
“It’s ruined.”
I sighed as I left the visiting room.
You’re making it difficult to go when it should have been easy.
Well, if Poca had been intact, they wouldn’t have even thought of attacking Sao Paulo in the first place.
Let’s go to plan B. Plan B.
The population of São Paulo is approximately 30 million.
It is more than twice as much compared to the original world.
Naturally, there were dozens of places where the possibility of the Phantom King appearing was high.
What can I do?
We have to search them one by one.
The more time you give him and the more armies he has under his command, the stronger the Phantom King becomes.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting.
A red sunset.
My limousine should have been parked there originally.
Next to her should be the local daily secretary, Marcia, a typical Latina.
But it’s strange.
The limousine is nowhere to be found.
Instead, there was a red sports car parked there.
And a woman leaning against a sports car.
“you!”
A face full of freckles.
An ordinary impression that can be seen anywhere.
However, the black gold breastplate on her body and the magic wavelength that was adjusted to level 7 to suit me speak volumes about her specialness.
“This is our third time already?”
She smiles.
Choi Joo-hee, the old father’s sect knight, smiles.
The saint.
In front of me.
Smiling coolly.
