The World of Masks

Huff! "

Abdullah's consciousness returns, and he exsanguinates as if he were vomiting something deep inside. I see you struggling to move your body.

"Good thing you're alive. Besides, if it's that state, we shouldn't have any trouble getting them in tight."

But still, Charles signaled to Abdullah that he should step back. I don't know if this is happening again. If Abdullah rises again and grabs a hostage, it will be a problem.

For the world to take care of Abdullah, hostage or not, Charles hasn't made up his mind yet. Even though I had a strong mind, I was right to prepare here in advance.

Charles approached Abdullah for confirmation and capture, even when his body and abilities were not normal. I was always prepared to build a concussion on my hands.

Charles had a feeling that Abdullah might regenerate and move on. I focused my nerves to prepare for it.

That's why I needed a little time to react to the situation that was happening in front of me.

Qajik!

A white island corn dug into Abdullah's head. Blood and brains flow through the wound.

Abdullah's body flutters as he groans intermittently.

Abdullah's body begins to regenerate. The great power within him does not kill him with such a wound. But her attack was different.

"Shhh! Shhh!"

Abdullah screams madly. Screams like they're not made by humans give me something to say. Abdulla twists around, struggling as if trying to get out of her hands.

As Charles walked, the superpowers standing nearby stared at him in a daze. Time seems to have stopped, except where Abdullah is.

Gaaaah!

She withdraws her hand. Hands covered in blood and briquettes glowed faintly in the moonlight.

Abdullah's movements falter.

Dead. I thought of it in everyone's head when I saw it.

The woman's hand, which had dug into Abdullah's body, held something. Translucent human form. The shape was reliable, even if it was a ghost, according to the atmosphere around it.

Philips?

Ueron mutters, gazing at this desolate sight in Charles.

The figure that Ueron called Pirips was dressed similar to the one he had seen before. He was struggling.

A woman suddenly appeared, grabbing the neck of something that is thought to be a ghost. Everyone lost their say in the cult paintings of the Middle Ages, that a fair maiden in a black suit was grabbing the neck of a large male ghost.

Philips turns his head. It's funny to say this to him in a translucent manner, but his face looks very pale. My mouth twitches with a painful face. I didn't have to listen to it myself. I was asking for help.

"Hey, what are you!"

It was time Charles tried to approach her with a loud voice.

Parker!

A terrifying burst sounds. Where did you get it? She had a short knife in one hand. A sharp day burrowed through the body of the Pirips without much effort. I don't know if it's true that you dug a phantom hole in the body of a Pirips, but it was definitely aiming for him.

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!

The struggle with the Philips has intensified. I scraped my face with my hands and swung my feet in the air.

Charles, who ran into that surreal look, stopped walking.

The figure of the pyrips, which was emitting even white, began to flash.

Puang!

It disappears. The translucent body of Pyryps shifts into a thin glow and scatters to all directions. Soon the lights melted into the air and hid their tracks.

Vanished · · · · · · · · · ·?

Ueron is appalled. No matter how much he turns his back on his enemies, his people have come to a complete death in this far-off world.

I was more surprised by the fact that I destroyed the gods than the extinction of the Philips.

Ueron materialized his body. You stare at the one who destroyed the Philips with an active volcanic eye.

Who are you!

A beauty who jumped out of the air without hesitation and ended Abdullah and Pirips. As the silver glow of the moonlight splashes like a waterfall, she, Emiria, stares at clear Ueron.

There are no answers. Emilia's new stature begins to blur.

Catch it, Charles!

Kuang!

The lightning strikes, but it's too late. Emilia's new body has already completely dissolved into thin air. The lightning tore through the air.

"Tsk!"

Charles didn't let it slip.

"What the hell was that?"

Suddenly, he attacks Abdullah and Pirips, then disappears. It was like being possessed by a ghost.

Ueron was silent for a moment. You stare at the disappearance of Emelia with a serious glance. However, no matter how hard she looked, there was nothing missing.

Let's take a look at Abdullah.

Charles approaches Abdullah with Ueron's advice.

Abdullah lies flat on her head. Blood seeps into the sand. I didn't feel like resurfacing. Seeing Abdullah so desperately struggling, I felt something strange.

"Is he dead?"

One of the superpowers who approached cautiously asked. Charles nods.

"Yes, I think he's dead. The god inside him."

"What the hell was that woman?"

"I don't know."

Charles wanted an answer.

It must have come from our world.

"Your world?"

Charles was surprised by the unexpected answer.

It seems that the world that drove us out was created to end us directly.

"Is that why you were able to exterminate God directly? It's very dangerous."

If so, it's serious. The beings of other worlds are enemies invading this world. Those in gods, by comparison, are the maximum power of the AMSS. If she was just hunting down those who were carrying gods, she had to be in a lot of trouble.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have to be prepared. But there's no reason to worry.

"What are you talking about?"

Think about it. You're spending a lot of money right now, and he left you alone. I'd be the number one target for a top-notch raid. But the only thing she attacked was Abdullah, who was beaten by your essence. Moreover, Abdullah was struck even by the lightning of his power. That is, as long as God or contractor is not hit badly, he may not think he can do anything about God.

"Then that's a relief."

If you believe Ueron's words, it would be unlikely that she would invade those who hold gods and gods against her will.

But those who hold God in their hands will always be looking for an opportunity when they fight or fight.

"Are there more of them?"

I don't know that much. But if he wanted to give us enough power to exterminate us, he wouldn't have cared too much. Not much.

"I'm sure there's more to report up there anyway."

Charles looks down at the fallen Abdullah. I had a subtle feeling that the end of the man who twisted the world with God at his own will was handed down to the woman who would be his identity in the cold desert.

It was the same with Ueron. No, Ueron's feelings were heavier and deeper than Charles'.

Are there eleven gods left, including me?

When the world rebelled against them, one of the surviving gods disappeared in the middle of the desert in this strange world. Charles, who read that subtle atmosphere, was also silent for a moment.

"Phew, I'll comfort you that there won't be another superpower with the Pirips in his arms.

It was a short time, but Ueron shrugged off his feelings.

"But you thought we were Nidelvad, the god Abdullah was holding. But it was the Philips. Then where is Nidelbad?"

I don't know, but I don't think Niedelvard is doing a good job at the time when Pirips turned around.

"Isn't it too much?"

"Everyone has an image. Well, if it's different, I'll sincerely apologize later.

But he still didn't believe in Nidelbad. Charles quit after wondering what else to say. There's a reason I don't know a god named Nidelvad, but I was too tired today. My body was sore and my speed was bad.

So the battle ended with the result of Abdullah's death and the extinction of the Philips.

* * *

Operations in the Arab region were dominated by the idea that they would sink into a huge ditch again, as were the previous major invaders of the region. However, as if to make fun of such opinions, AMSS was able to use accurate information to identify the target, put Charles Lemington and a handful of powerful superpowers in place to eliminate the target. The world was once again astonished at those who endured the ongoing terrorism of targeting them and carried out their mission. But that wasn't good for AMSS. The boundary for AMSS has risen back to the surface.

And in every corner of Mexico, there were people who were nagging at feelings of embarrassment.

"Abdullah is dead."

· · · · · ·.

Fabio said, "With no one around, it must have been for Nidelbad in there." But Nidelbad said nothing.

"Pan Chi Ann, I should prepare an excuse for her."

Fabio didn't seem to be waiting for the answer to return to Nidelbad either. I grabbed my head with my bare hands and quietly spit it out again.

· · · · · · · · · Sorry.

The answer I barely got back was a silent apology. This time Fabio was silent. But after a while, I sighed shallow.

"Enough. I agreed with President Kim Jin-seok and his group for a reason anyway."

Recalling why Abdullah died, there are two actions that the two of us have done that we do not have to do. In particular, Nidelbad, the main reason for that, could not have said anything.

Of course, neither of them mourned Abdullah's death. They were both deformed to have such a human emotion. The problem was Abdullah's plan and the actions of Pan Chi Anne.

"How did you manage to identify and ambush Abdullah so quickly? Is the world's information network that extraordinary?"

Fabio predicted that AMSS and the Allied Forces would face ongoing attacks and terrorism on Islamic forces without specifying Abdullah. He had to suffer endlessly after dipping his feet in the mud of Arabia, just like America used to. If Fabio himself and Pan Chi Anne's supporters join forces there, the Arab region will be transformed into a huge mudslide. I thought so, and I was preparing to make it so. But it all went back to nullity.

I think it was the only reason he died.

"Idiot!"

I had no intention of paying my respects and respect to the dead. Fabio was unruly in insulting Abdullah.

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