9th Circle Lord

It was one day.

As always, he exercised power and came back together to teach the xenophobia.

I observed the approaching Black Soul from the Dead Sea as a last day.

It was today and it will be tomorrow.

The cavity changed day after day, but for Luther it was the same.

However, the changes came as if they were imperfect.

Luther, sitting at the peak of the Sulpice Mountain, shook his head with her eyes closed.

Suddenly a sparkling manna began to flow out of his body.

His unique magic power, which symbolizes chaos and attributelessness, erupted everywhere.

With him the world stopped.

Luther moved alone in a stopped world.

His eyes, looking at the static world like a landscape painting, shook like a sailboat of a windmill.

The way Mana flows from him and melts into the world.

At the same time, a horsepower like a pavement began to be pushed into his body.

Eight circles are out of limits. Luther cried.

“Finally!”

Nine circles.

Magic is impossible, and the wizards call it an area that cannot be crossed by man.

For Luther, it was hope and dream.

And now his dream was coming true.

If the body containing the eight circles was a narrow well, the nine circles became the sea.

While the body was changing, the world's echoes entered Luther's head.

In his eyes, everything in the world appeared to be in Rune language. Rune was the language of the early gods.

The world showed the truth to Luther after the Ichi of Runner melted.

“Ahhh!”

Router realized.

Rune language was not the only realm of wizards.

It was fundamental and fundamental to the world.

The time stops breaking, and Luther faces a world that flows again.

Wei Ying!

The wind blew by his side.

Luther didn't feel cold.

I saw Rune language in the cold wind. Runner was everywhere. Runner's will was also being exercised in the sky, the stars, and the earth and darkness.

Luther, who realized the benefits of the world, reached out.

And when he desired, the wind that was flowing returned, and sat down in his hand.

When Luther smiled, the wind rejoiced. He murmured.

“When I became a Nine Circle, I realized the meaning of the world, and it didn't sound wrong. ”

It was a legend, and it was a buzzing sound, and now it's true.

A new intuition emerged in the eyes of the world. His world, he realized, was the runner of all things.

In the eyes of Luther, who became a 9th Circle, a new truth began to come into being.

The body changed as the bowl of flesh became a nine circle.

The hair was glowing like his attribute, and so was the eye.

His mysterious eyes touched the Dead Sea. He saw what the fog was.

“Curse.”

The Dead Sea was an area artificially cursed by someone.

The power of the Nine Circles varied from observation to observation.

When I realized the truth of all things, I pierced through the roots.

In the 8th Circle, I thought I had to study carefully all day, so the answer came out just by looking at it.

And the answer was a challenge that had never been solved in human history.

Luther went towards the Dead Sea.

As he watched the fog slide, he swung his hand.

With the enlightenment of the Nine Circles, the action alone was magic, and it was a runner.

The fog clears and the sea water reveals its sheer blueness.

Luther looks forward.

Through a mist of eyes that pierced through the truth, I encountered a black soul coming from the other side.

Luther steps toward the substance of that black soul.

All things have been known for the birth of the Nine Circles.

Nature whispered, and the wind conveyed.

His presence aroused the curiosity of beings.

It was the beginning of a change.

The Black Soul was slowly approaching from a certain distance.

If it was the intended advance, it was slower than a turtle, otherwise it seemed like a wreck drifting.

Luther moves forward, cutting off the mist of the curse.

Quaa 'ang!

His body across the street is faster than the light.

Even in the 8th Circle, will was soon expressed. When it became the 9th Circle, magic was naturally expressed as if breathing.

And his magic was not the only one.

“Slow.”

The distance of the Black Soul was far.

When I wrote the teleport, the curse fog was blocking me.

Luther launches the Magic Bullet.

Quaa 'ang!

Borat Mana stretched out in a straight line towards the front.

I tore open the gloomy fog and stopped at the edge of the Black Soul.

Luther recovers the unstretched Magic Bullet like a rope.

As if his body were pulled by gravity, he went forward like a shot.

Immediately, when he arrived, he found the presence of a black soul, which was only seen as an observation of power.

Luther walks forward with the surrounding mist removed.

As the wind was not blowing, he finally confirmed the identity of the Black Soul as he walked to the flat surface of the sea.

“Mmm.”

A groan flowed from his mouth.

The appearance of the black shape that appeared was a huge island.

But it wasn't a real island.

Argh!

The black souls clinging to the island roar endlessly. Souls were the backbone of the island.

A moving island of evil spirits.

It was the identity of the Black Soul discovered by Luther. The island itself was made of evil spirits.

“What the hell is this? ”

Luther was more flawed than the way the island flowed.

The black smoke rises like fire as the island passes by.

Black smoke was evil.

I don't know what I did on the island, but the evil spirits twist the Tahri and increase its territory.

I've never seen Luther do this before in my life. The observation was lengthened.

I looked at the island for a while, and the evil spirits gathered in the air and formed a form.

The shape was a giant eye.

A red-eyed pupil appeared as thin as a crescent moon.

Luther made eye contact with a giant eye.

Eyes said.

[You're the Almighty of the Broken World.]

Luther frowned.

The voice seemed like the roar of hell.

“What are you talking about? ”

[Smells of power. Who are you?]

“Who are you? ”

[I am the power of evil spirits. I don't want any conflicts, so don't interfere.]

His eyes glow red threateningly.

Luther didn't blink.

I did not feel threatened at all The same was true of the island of the clumps of evil spirits.

I don't think they would threaten themselves.

Luther ignores his demands and asks questions.

“What do you mean, a broken world? ”

[That's what we call your world.]

“Yeah? So where did you come from? ”

[You have a lot of questions.]

The red-eyed man was not kind.

The evil spirit rushes terribly to the end of the speech.

“You can't threaten me with that. ”

The snoring router fills the floor.

A white light shines around him like a protective shield.

The glowing light became brighter, and soon he went toward the evil spirit.

The light and the evil spirit that struck me have vanished.

Luther teleported.

Router, standing in front of the pupil's nose, said,

“I don't know what you really are, but I was on my way to the Sulphuric acid where I live. You will have to tell me nothing about it. ”

The pupil did not accept Luther's demands.

[I will turn you into a demon.]

Suddenly the whole island was shaken greatly.

The demons got together.

The evil spirit that appeared again was like a demon.

The whole body grows red and boasts huge horns of iron. With five arms on each side, I heard a huge sword made of evil spirits.

When hit by a human, the sole eye on the navel glows.

[Be my new food.]

“You look strange. ”

Luther's admiration was the end.

He murmurs coldly.

“I don't care if you don't cooperate. There are as many ways to make it compulsory. ”

It's a broken world, the Almighty. You must know something from the chatter.

Moreover, when I saw the evil spirit, I had enough ideas.

And there were as many ways to play with ideas.

“Now that I'm a Nine Circle, I'll deal with you with it with all my heart. ”

I raised my palm.

A bubble bursts from the surface of the sea, and suddenly it rises like a sunset.

Quarrr!

Luther points to the eyes of the Evil Ghost, as if he had given orders to the Giant Tide.

The tide was pushed forward.

The eyes of the lone eye became thinner.

Ten palms touched the front.

A giant shield made up of evil spirits was as big as a sunday.

The Seaman Dissolution suddenly caused a transformation. I spoiled it with lava, not a fountain of water.

It was lava, not a dissolution made of water.

I didn't even have time to cope.

Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A huge lava overflows the sole eye.

Luther stretches out his hand toward the sky.

A huge lightning window appeared above his open hand.

Luther blows that lightning window back to the front.

A huge line of lightning splits back into hundreds and thousands of bunches.

Lightning strikes your lone eye again as you head to Zigzag.

Luther's attack was only the beginning.

He made the most of it, as if he were going to use a massive magic without a circle.

Widespread poison clouds were placed on the ground, and the whirlwind projected like a fang into a heap.

Lightning poured out from the sky and the floor boiled with lava.

There was no formality in magic.

They were all magic that Luther had invented by reconstructing Rune language.

Power was terrifying.

I repeated that the sea that became the stage of the battle evaporated and froze.

Once expressed, the magical will remained intact.

His nine-circle body constantly circulates its magic power.

Moreover, the foundation of the universe draws Mana together. Luther constantly casts his magic toward the front, just as he boasts a manageable magic power.

The authority of the evil spirit formed itself on the basis of the evil spirit.

Of course, attacks and defenses go through evil spirits. The myriad of evil spirits who used to roar through the magic were constantly screaming and extinguishing.

Solitaire appealed.

[Enough! Enough!]

Luther answered coldly.

“You made the start, but I set the end. ”

And the end he wants is to make that cocky little loner realize who's up there.

After a long drive, the battle was over.

There was one reason Luther stopped.

The evil spirit, which was as big as a swirling cloud, was reduced by the palm of his hand.

The evil spirit tried to run away.

But I couldn't get out of his sight to see the source.

Quad Yip!

[Argh!]

Luther gives a frowning glance to the lone eye.

“Are you ready to answer my questions with all your heart? ”

[Nothing, of course. I have lost. Now that I have lost, don't destroy me.]

Router suddenly turns his head as he glimpses his lustful, lonely eyes.

He frowns.

“What's that again? ”

A white light was shining over the snow mountains.

The peak is always covered with clouds, and suddenly it clears and shines.

It wasn't a normal situation, but that wasn't the problem.

The naked eye that pierces the essence has identified the identity of light.

The light was similar to the evil spirit in his hands.

Luther is full of tongues.

“Nine circles, so there's a lot of weird stuff coming. ”

It's annoying and annoying.

Luther uses the teleport to return to Sultan, holding the evil spirit.