Chapter 249 – Chapter 249: Love 5
The burning tyrant that appeared like a storm disappeared.
Understand the existence of the soul, recognize the Creator’s imperfections,
Preparing for hundreds of years to find the soul of his dead wife,
A man driven mad with his head full of madness in the name of love.
Still, it wasn’t a bad thing for me.
‘I’m glad I went crazy.’
That’s right, I wasn’t completely upset, so I expected it to some extent.
Seeing how obsessed with the keyword “Tracking,” I thought, “I must be wandering in search of the Empress.”
I knew you would ask for him among the incarnations of the continent, but I didn’t expect you to be that crazy.
The worst assumption I can think of is that a burning tyrant is dragging me along.
Let’s set sail into space and go together to find Her Majesty with the power of a dreamer!
I was really planning on hiding in the city of dreams if I was forced to do so, but I’m glad I did.
Even though I was crazy in love, I didn’t become stupid, so that’s good.
“Oh my God, using this world as an outpost… The scale of the plans of the burning tyrant is enormous.”
“So. Is it because we live in the space age that rules over trillions of people?”
Fortunately, what the burning tyrant wants is for me to quietly settle down on this continent.
It was to provide magic power forever so that he could study the magic of the dream horse.
It means that I ask you not to be stuck in your dream like other dream horses, but to stay outside.
The other dreamers are stuck in my dreams and do not interact with the outside world.
I’m not the only dreamer constellation in history, but I’m the first to provide magic to the Magic Association.
I thought I would be able to do research even if I had only the magic stone of the dreamer, but it seems that direct supply of magic power is also necessary for research.
“By the way, the space monsters the burning tyrant spoke of… How many would there be if they were added?”
“Anyway, alien monsters invade infinitely every year, isn’t it the same?”
“That’s true too. Even monsters invading the continent can’t figure out the number of people.”
By studying the magical power of the dreamer, I create a gate that breaks down the dimensional wall of this flat continent.
And cross the gate with the empire’s finest space battleship purchased with points.
Explore the unknown universe beyond the dimension with a space battleship to search for the soul of the queen
Together with the SS, we wipe out the dirty monsters that may be spreading throughout the universe.
So, the burning tyrant who thought that the creator of this flat continent was not omnipotent
I plan to use this flat continent in reverse between men and women as an outpost for the space war and a foundation for the revival of the empire.
It’s a grand plan from a galactic sci-fi empire that researched souls and dimensions.
Having made such a plan, he has defended the continent and developed mankind for hundreds of years.
It’s only natural that we roll our eyes when we see apocalypse bastards who interfere with development.
It’s quite natural for a man who burns planets to burn cities to catch an apocalypseist.
“That… What should we do now?”
“What should I do, I have to pull out the drone. Have you melted all the magic stones?”
“Ah, yes. I’ve absorbed almost all of it.”
Kim Ha-eun and Lee Ha-rin lost their souls as if they had heard the story on such a large scale.
The two of them are in a daze and barely come to their senses at my urging.
Hey, from the point of view of incarnations who don’t have memories of their previous lives, the story of the burning tyrant is a bit far-fetched.
I know this flat continent was created by soul collectors, but
For incarnations, constellations suddenly open dimensions and collect souls.
It is a situation where we are planning and executing a story on an unimaginable scale.
That doesn’t change what we have to do.
Filming drones, filming promotional videos to fuck the apocalypse.
If that’s the case, the mad tyrant will take care of the rest.
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A high place in the sky, using pure white clouds as a screen, my face appears in a big way.
Talking to the camera wasn’t a big deal.
The story of how the tournament participants liked going to the North Continent.
The story of going around the North Continent and getting mixed up with them.
The story of going to the Snow Festival and buying snacks and barbecue at the night market.
And the story that he changed his hair to white to trick the apocalypse.
It’s a really trivial story, but the narrator of the story is a constellation.
With just that one singularity, the Northern Continent began to burn fervently.
Since all people live in the same place, there must have been a subtle pride competition between continents.
“The first cup is for our benevolent Constellation!”
“Look at that! Didn’t I pour the decolorant while I was drunk? The Constellation-nim did it!”
“That’s right! If you take a hit, you’ll have to pay it back. You’re hot like a man!”
In this way, the sky opens under a large video using clouds as a screen.
While the battleship of the burning tyrant aired the video, the prepared drone
It rains down from high in the sky like hail.
The goal is, of course, a city under the clouds where citizens can look up and watch the video.
People were rushing out because of a promotional video that said there would be censorship of the apocalypse.
Is this because of the unique obedience of this world that contains respect and love for the Constellation?
Or, I don’t know if it’s because of the unique ethos of the Northern Continent, who enjoys it strangely.
“Wow… That’s a lot of dirt.”
“Are those black things all drones? They look like swarms of moss plains.”
“By the way, where did that bitch Alonya go? It would be fucking funny if someone who wasn’t red hair was dragged away without being checked because of a hangover.”
As I watch the buzzing citizens on the screen, the upper screen changes.
I can’t talk for more than 20 minutes even if I have to shoot a video with a shooting drone.
The tyrant who gathers the clouds and appears in the replayed video is a burning tyrant.
Unlike the ones I saw at the academy, she was wearing make-up and even a uniform.
The black fabric, golden thread, golden buttons, and red belt resemble the avatar of the Korean Imperial Army in a previous life.
When such a burning tyrant appeared in a clean appearance, there was an uproar from below.
A scene as if a cup of water was accidentally poured into boiling oil.
The people who were making a toast in the air and making a fuss start to run amok.
Women take off their tops and put on bras and shout slogans like sports spectators
The men are screaming and taking out their cameras, like people at an idol signing event.
Due to the fact that it has protected citizens as a constellation in the northern continent for hundreds of years
Popularity incomparable to other continental constellations with smooth faces.
‘Ugh, fuck culture.’
In the meantime, I see several young men with their pants down and waving their loafers.
The wide buttocks emphasized by the triangular panties and the women whistling at them.
I don’t think everyone is crazy about peeling off their bare skin in this cold town.
Electricity and fire magic flashed in the air and fired like fireworks.
Beneath it, people drink and spray and wear their underwear.
The burning tyrant, who looked down at the scene of such madness with a satisfied face, hesitated and opened his mouth.
―Ah, dear people of the northern continent…
At that word that was spat out like a satisfied sigh, a commotion erupted from below once again.
I don’t know if it’s the Tsar or the Emperor, but I can hear it because it’s translated by the Constellation’s ability.
From Jammin of the Northern Continent to an old old woman, everyone ‘Emperor!’ Shout and respond
A simple action of striking the left chest with the right fist and reaching forward.
However, if hundreds of thousands of people in the city join in that simple movement, the feeling is different.
On a car parked on the boulevard, looking out the window of a company office, on the roof of an apartment complex
As if hundreds of thousands of people had united, they thumped their chests and called for the emperor.
— … And dirty rats hiding among the lovely people.
Contrary to bloody words, the emperor continues to speak in a benevolent voice full of love.
The spirit of the northern continent, which has continued to struggle in the barren environment of the snowy field,
The pride of being united and overcoming a crisis greater than that of other continents.
When the charisma unique to a ruler is added to it, madness boils like boiling water.
It was the North Continent that went on a rampage even if it was requested by a constellation from another continent.
Then, if a living god who has cared for them for hundreds of years speaks to them
It seemed that he was showing how far humans can be enthusiastic.
When they learn that the divine being loves them, they even shed tears and cheer.
They did not know and had no reason to know that the tyrant’s ‘love’ was due to the existence of the Empress.
The Northern Continents, who have recognized the love contained in gentle words, cannot be compared to boiling water.
As the words continue, a response that is close to madness rather than enthusiasm follows.
—Now, as our northern continent walks in step with a truly benevolent companion,
Slowly, the drone descends.
These are the people who were watching my video a while ago
I know, of course, that my benevolent companion is me.
And even that I’m sending drones to hunt down apocalypseists.
Even though they couldn’t find the fallen constellation of the apocalypse, so what?
Even if an entire city is censored, seeing them go wild with joy
A politician who cares about economic loss is likely to hang himself.
—Children of the North Continent, walk with me too.
Drone descends towards people.
No, people are climbing towards drones.
The people who stretch their hands toward the sky on the street are really docile.
Young people with boiling heads run to high-rise buildings.
Willingness to be inspected first on the roof of the building as the drone comes down from above.
Citizens rushing in as if they were about to trample and kill someone who had fallen.
Some incarnations cling to the outer wall of the building and begin to climb.
Wizards fly towards the drone with magic without hesitation.
First of all, to prove my innocence and loyalty to the tyrant.
‘It would be mentally comfortable not to be related to the northern continent.’
It was very similar to the Zombie Z movie I saw in my previous life.
