After snapping fingers.

Vortigern found that he was no longer above the palace.

He is in a house made of candy and has transformed into a human form.

Opposite him sat a demon composed of black lines.

Hewen, who transformed into a stickman, waved his hand:

"I'm sorry for waking you up directly, because we don't have much time. If we had to wait for you to wake up, something very bad might happen."

King Bei sat on the chair prepared by Hewen. There were different candies and several glasses of juice on the round table between the two of them:

"I have heard of your name. Humans call you Tanvisji. Demons call you Victory Domdylan. I heard that they also worshiped you as the king of hell. In your heyday, you could rub your hands at will.

Pinch reality and shape it into what you like. In your eyes, the planets are just bigger marbles.

"But Odin sealed you, right? Although you are still powerful now, I will not be afraid of you."

Hewen said:

"Ah, you've got the wrong person. You're talking about the stick figure. I'm not it. I just borrowed its appearance."

The human image of Vortigern is a mature and handsome middle-aged man:

"Really? But your ability is not much different from the stickman I heard about. Although I can easily break out of the dimensional bubble you created, I can't do the same thing. Even gods can't do it.

.

"And your words and deeds are exactly the same as those of the stickman."

Hewen said modestly:

"It's just a little trick. I'm sorry. As for my words and deeds, my transformation magic completely reproduces the physical structure of the transformer, and the stickman's personality is its racial instinct."

The white-haired king asked:

"So you saw a stick figure and you turned into it? If this were possible, wouldn't it be great if all shapeshifters could just turn into gods?"

Hewen said:

"Of course it's not that simple. I ate it. Although I deliberately left some residue, it was almost completely digested."

Vortigern asked:

"So what is the purpose of your intrusion into my territory? I don't have time to play games with you, so just tell me what you think. Do you want to join forces with me?

"Which country do you want to destroy, which god do you want to kill, what kind of disaster do you want to create, what kind of terrible conspiracy do you want to make."

The stickman shook his head:

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, I'm not a bad person."

Vortigern said:

"I know, the word bad guy is too blasphemous for you, devil? Mad god? Monster? What title do you want?"

Hewen shook his head:

"You are mistaken. What I mean is that my coming here this time has nothing to do with any conspiracy. Mr. Vortigern, you have crossed the border. The ground is my territory, and you plan to return to it.

"I won't allow this to happen."

Vortigern sneered:

"It's really...

"It's a ridiculous proposal. First of all, there are my territories and subjects in the world. Secondly, it's not your territory, but Arthur's."

The stickman held out a finger:

"Wait."

After a moment of distortion, a handsome blond boy appeared in the original position of the stick figure.

There is something fascinating about this beautiful boy. Even if the sun is in the same field of view as him, humans will instinctively look at him.

No one shines brighter than him, not even the sun.

Vortigern looked gloomy:

"Who are you?"

Hevin replied:

"Arthur Pendragon."

Vortigern smiled ferociously and showed his fangs:

"Who are you? If you continue to act mysterious, I will eat you."

Hewen threatened:

"I am still talking to you now because killing you will consume too much of my time and energy, but if you continue to cross the line, I will kill you. I am here to make demands, not to negotiate.

."

Vortigern's eyes flashed with a cold light:

"You are threatening me, the Dragon King, King Inlans, the greatest of conquerors."

Hewen, who looked like a blond boy, said:

"That's right, Tyrant Vortigern, do you want to return to the surface? Yes, but not now. When I leave Midgard, do you want to be resurrected? Re-establish your own kingdom?"

Vortigern said:

"You made a mistake, you threatened me and that offended me."

King Arthur waved his hand:

"Stop lying. Don't I know who you are? Vortigern, you don't have any bottom line. You are selfish and arrogant. Yes, power changes everything.

"To the weak, no matter how evil and crazy you are, it is never ugly or despicable, because you are stronger than them, but to me it is different, you are just a paranoid lunatic.

"To them, you are full of charisma, because you have a reputation for being true to your word, and in their eyes, you are omnipotent. You have never lost to anyone except Arthur, but I am different.

"I can see through your ugly nature. Compared to the real tyrants I have seen - Odin, Zeus, Satan, you are just like a failed coward. I warn you one last time, stay underground or die.

here."

Vortigern looked into Hevin's eyes:

"Who the hell are you? I know you."
Chapter completed!