Episode 14 – Master of the Throne (5)
I picked up his severed head and asked, “As expected, this is also an avatar. Han Sooyoung is your real name?”
“Yes.”
Han Sooyoung was the First Apostle as I thought. That damn plagiarist was always hiding like a coward.
“W-W-What is this guy?” People shouted with alarm from all sides. There were confused voices and voices filled with betrayal. I stepped to one side with Yoo Sangah and Lee Gilyoung. Of course, Han Sooyoung's talking head was still held in one hand.
“I was right. It is you who spread out the 'text novel.' Right?”
“That's right, I scattered the text version of your plagiarized novel.”
“…The revelation isn't plagiarized.”
“It is plagiarism. Did you write the original setting?”
“Don't compare my work to that rubbish.”
“You understand what I am saying and don't deny reading the original.”
Han Sooyoung glared at me.
“Everyone, kill him! What are you doing?”
“A head is talking!”
Han Sooyoung's expression distorted. People were alarmed by the turmoil but showed no signs of acting. In addition, they would soon have no room to worry about us. I smiled at Han Sooyoung.
“The cliche that you said will start soon.”
I waited and there was a burst of light. The rings of light moved, drawing lines of blood on the bodies of some people.
“What…?”
A person screamed as blood spurted from a body cut to pieces. The people in the back screamed and moved.
“Damn these guys!”
It was black magic power that came from a strong presence approaching in front of me.
“Raise the palanquin.”
The neutral voice came from the large palanquin. There was the shadow of someone inside the palanquin. I reflexively shouted.
“Yoo Sangah-ssi, Gilyoung! Move back!”
A voice flowed from the palanquin.
“Move.”
The palanquin started to approach the group of people. The three rings of light mercilessly swept over the battlefield. Dozens of people died at once.
People stared with disbelief as their limbs disappeared and blood spurted. The start of the battle lines instantly became bare.
“Uwah…”
The terrified group members retreated. In the seething silence, everyone shut their mouths like dead mice.
The Tyrant King walked out of the palanquin.
“They really aren't very good. The kings of the previous age…”
He held the Three Ring Loop in his hand, an item that released condensed magic power. It was a hidden item available in northern Seoul but it wasn't something the original Tyrant King had.
It must be true that he had some prophets.
[The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.]
[Character Information]
Name: Jung Youngho
Age: 33 years old.
Constellation Support: Great King Heoncheon Hongdo Gyungmun Wimu
Private Attribute: Circus Member (Rare), Tyrant King (Hero)
Exclusive Skills: Grabbing Techniques Lv. 5, Sky Steps Lv. 3, Weapons Training Lv. 5.
Stigma: Palanquin Tank Lv. 5, Cheoyongmu Lv. 5, Tyranny (Lv. 4) (TL: Cheoyongmu is a Korean mask dance that is the oldest surviving Korean court dance. It is also considered a shamanistic dance because it is performed to drive off evil spirits at the end of the year.)
Overall Stats: Physique Lv. 30, Strength Lv. 28, Agility Lv. 28, Magic Power Lv. 34 (+2)
I smiled and waved towards him. A large black flag flew behind the person heading towards me.
“You came…”
Of the Seven Kings of Seoul, the strongest was naturally the Supreme King, Yoo Jonghyuk.
Chapter end
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