Chronicles of Heavenly Demon

Three shadows were cast under the lamp of the oil lamp. Two shadows bow, one standing in front of them behind them.

The one who opened his mouth was the owner of the shadow who was standing on the right side with his head bent.

“What do you think about meeting them both? ”

The man who was on the other side of what Sang-Hyo said also raised his head.

Then the light of the oil lamp revealed a man's face.

The man who was revealed was surprisingly the spirit next to the Bishop's Spell Bag.

There were a group of people who could be called the minor bishops and the minor bishops.

Even more surprising was the identity of the old man standing behind the back.

When both the merchant's gaze and the spirit's gaze were on him, the old man turned his head with a short murmur.

His face is also revealed on the day after tomorrow.

The old man who was revealed was Lee Sin-jeong from Il-moon.

He raises his wrinkled back and scratches the side of his eye gently.

“Well, first of all, the stock priced kid has something very similar, but it's hard to say it's real. It's similar, but it's incomplete and heterogeneous. ”

The expression of the spirit shivered and moved. On the contrary, the expression of Merchant Effect became clear.

But the old man's words were not the end.

“The bishop is no different either. Compared to his stock price, it is likely that the one nearest to the real one belongs to the Bishop. But he still doesn't know what he's got. ”

This time, merchant's expression was stiff. Combining Yi Sin's words means that both are incomplete.

“What would you do? ”

The spirit asked.

Lee Sin-jung raises his hand and slowly sweeps his beard open his mouth.

“Better keep an eye on him. Weren't we morocchioes? ”

At the same time, the spirit and merchant effect bowed their heads.

Muro-majo.

A group that is not recorded, but secretly helps the Catholic Church.

The name Muroc was not the only meaning.

Lee Sin-jung slowly muttered.

“Our true master is the one who will come back someday.... ”

When the time comes, Lee Sin-jung will choose. He is the Bishop, the Viceroy, who needs to help, who is the leader of Muro-majo.

‘Even if he is a completely different person.... ’

Even as Lee Sin-jung recited the truth, the night was getting deeper and deeper.

“Khh!”

A briefcase rushes through your chest as you feel something rushing up your chest.

I put my hands inside my clothes and looked around, and I caught a small stone.

The backpack shoved the stone into your mouth without any thought.

Enemies. Enemies.

I swallowed it and the pain that was going up and down subsided.

At the same time, my fingers, which were trembling rapidly, calmed down.

“Phew.”

Maybe it's because of the pain.

He slowly cleared his chest with a comfortable expression.

Then he moves his hand.

Blubber-

A gray flame rises from his fingertips. It was the purification of the one who had trained the Celestial Shrine.

But it was a little different from the one that was made by the real astronaut.

A genuine skyscraper has a red color similar to fire.

although, of course, darker dark red than real fire. Compared to that, the souvenir made by the Spellbag was grey.

There can be only one of this kind.

‘The sacred statue of a thousand horses...' ’

He slowly looks at the flame burning from the back of his hand.

The intrinsic power of sexualization was reproduced similarly, not only in color.

Of course, it is natural that the knowledge of the magicians who are under their control in the process has been altered.

"But it's half. ’

But I was only able to restore half of it.

You can't prove that you are a thousand horses without being trained by a grey torch.

There were two characteristics of the innate nature.

Moreover, the disadvantage of this naturalization was not only that.

“Hmmm.”

The spellbag, with its drawbacks in mind, shed a tear.

The harmony of the mishap breaks with this mural in your body.

If we don't take medicine regularly, we become a body that is difficult to maintain our facial features, rather than exhibiting the sacredness of thousands of horses.

It wouldn't have happened if it had been a genuine genuine genuine genuine Genuine Genuine Genuine, not a genuine Genuine Genuine Genuine Genuine.

‘Not good. ’

The eyes of the Spellbag deepen to see the blazing fireworks on the back of his hand.

If you give up this power, your body will go back to the way it was.

But the Spellbag cannot give up this power.

The Celestialist is the most important symbol of the Celestial Empire, the supreme religious establishment.

Without this power, we can never get into the Church.

‘So I have no choice but to endure it. ’

The Spellbag sighs as it recalls the ten remaining stones in its chest.

Even if you depend on a single bullet, you only have a few days to show off your sexuality.

It's growing, but that's the limit now. That's why it's incomplete.

‘If it weren't for this, I would be able to express my intentions and take over the city. ’

I felt bad about it, so the bag chewed on my lips. It was then that I felt popular outside the door.

“What's going on? ”

He shouted because he was accustomed to the feeling of popularity. I hear a sound.

“We have a visitor. ”

As expected, the popularity was zero.

“Customer?”

After finishing his speech, he tilts his head and looks out the window. In the middle of the night.

A guest in the middle of the night... The briefcase kicked my tongue without me even knowing it.

“Who is it? Who's here? ”

I heard the answer in the phonograph.

- Here's a lethal dose.

The word "Death Mage" coincides with the eye of the Spell Vehicle. A death dealer who hasn't visited himself since he first came to the prison.

And now here comes the doppelganger?

‘What are you thinking? Are you willing to make a deal? ’

I didn't like them, but they are my accomplices and business partners.

Plus he was a trader.

It means you're not supposed to be in the hall. The bag shakes its head once and says:

“Listen. ”

As soon as the horse is finished, the door opens and someone walks in bluntly.

A hole that slides through the floor like a ghost.

It was the appearance of a lethal drug poisoning.

On his back was something the size of an acclaimed reader, tied together in what he called a black cloth.

“It's been a long time. I've been very emphasized. ”

The words of the Spellbag seemed to taunt what had never been seen so far, but the shaman said without changing his face.

“It just took me a while to get used to the religion. ”

“So you're done adjusting. ”

“Of course.”

For the first time, I smiled at the face of the Deathly Hallows.

“Couldn't you have done something more interesting with this adaptation? ”

He said, putting down what he was carrying on his back. With a thump, the black cloth that wrapped it flows down.

And it appeared, and I touched the eye of the bag.

“This……? ”

Medium pale complexion.

Plus, Izzie's blurry face disappears on a red-lined pupil.

The briefcase quickly reached out and grabbed the wrist of what appeared.

Mack doesn't run, but he feels a subtle vibration from his whole body.

You can't hide the fraud that flows through them.

He's not a corpse. He's not a living human being.

The ambiguity that crosses that boundary.

The briefcase, which confirmed all of that, took a step back without my knowing it.

The reader told me who it was.

“Blood spatter.”

“You've been working on this? ”

“Of course, I'm not so good at using Mine as an ingredient. It's made as a test. At best, it was second-hand. ”

“Hmm, a minnow made of ingredients.... ”

“Of course, now that it's a bloodshot, it's going to glow like an unmanned man at the end of a class. ”

The backpack tapped the hemorrhoid with its fingertips and said.

“Why are you showing this to me? ”

He says this with a grim smile.

“I know this isn't a very good situation for an adjutant. ”

“Hmm.”

It is said to be boiling but subtly pushed. What if Il Mozart leaves Neutral and takes the bishop's side, just in case?

Perhaps he is really in a big position. It's clear that the teenage mazones who are supporting themselves right now are also stepping down.

No, not only will you take off your feet, but you'll have to go to the small bishop and get some people to stick around.

“I suggest you give me ten of your best men. Then I'll turn them into bloodshots and give them to you. ”

“Top 10 Masters!? ”

I was surprised when I heard that there were ten of the top masters.

In the religion, the highest quality is the level of the witch belonging to the weed.

Of course, not all the top masters belong to the wasps, but most of the time they do.

And now you're asking me for ten of my best men.

“Too much farming. ”

“I'm not joking. ”

The reader shakes his head at the words of the bag.

“If you give me ten, or ten, tops, I'll trade you for ten tops of bloodstream. ”

The reason he insisted on ten people was that he needed a dead master, not a living master.

“If I do that, I'll lose my reputation in the school.... ”

The Catholic Church has a method of making blood spatter.

However, the law strictly prohibited the creation of the Bloodshed.

It's not only because bloodshot is a terrible thing, it's also because the recipe was terrible.

Even the Catholic Church where the witches are gathering is considered a horrific bloodline.

The moment it was rumored that he was involved in the production of such things, it was clear that he would get a bad look from everywhere.

The reader smiles as he looks reluctant.

An elaborate eye smile that seems to entice people.

“I hope the Viceroy doesn't use this Bloodshed either. There are variables, aren't there? ”

“What if.... ”

“You don't know what it's like to be human. ”

Hemoptysis would have been helpful if you had a level that was comparable to the highest quality, and a Marauder's Hemoptysis fever.

‘Hmm.'

When I thought about it, the words of the eunuch felt like a sweet poison.

A poison like honey that knows it's poison but can't help but reach out.

“The bloodshed can be disposed of when the work is done. Don't the Viceroy have the ability to pretend that didn't happen? ”

“Hmm.”

The backpack was crying out again.

The recital looked at the order bag as if he didn't intend to rush it.

And after much thought, the bag opened its mouth.

“I'll think about it. ”

At that, the readings stood up with a nod as if they were no longer fools in the bloodstream.

“You may choose after considering enough. This is just a deal. ”

He slowly got up from his seat and left the Spellbag's room.

He looked up at the readings without me knowing it, and he met the eyes of the reader.

At that moment!

White-

A short moment before I could even see the bag, a red light flashed from the eyes of the poison.

And the light soaked into the eyes of the spirit and soon disappeared.

It was a very short moment.

‘It's over.'

After finishing what he wanted, the reader left with a smile on his mouth.

He knew.

‘The Viceroy is as worried as greed. ’

If you're worried, you'll have to accept your offer.

Ten days later, the Spellbag sent him something, as expected by the Führer.

It was the body of the top ten spheres.

‘I see.'

The mouth of the reader rises once more.

Schissitt-

An arrow crosses the planet's head.

At the same time, three arrows fly against the planet's waist and shoulders.

You duck your head.

Teaming -

The arrow aiming for the shoulder slides off the planet's shoulder.

At the same time, he moved his legs and twisted his lower back.

Idiot.

Arrows that go through the waist with a single piece of paper.

The planet was now skillfully avoiding the arrows flying from the Gateway.

Tidding-

The planets have deliberately touched some of the lines installed. Arrows fly in a row with a dull pitch.

Fifteen more than ever before.

If you do not avoid it, you will be a hedgehog.

Idiot.

Rapidly flying arrows smash into the planet.

Shh.

The new moon has vanished as if it were extinguished.

His new appearance was about five paces away.

Each of the arrows aiming for the planet flew into the air and crashed into the wall.

Lee Hye-hwan is called the drama of the circumstance.

That concludes the training at the Gateway.

Fireworks -

The fire rises and the planet takes a breath.

“Phew.”

It's been a month since I met Lee Sin-jeong.

In the meantime, the conflicts between the two factions continue to unfavor.

Neither side had a perfect victory, just fighting each other in the dark, and there was no major collision.

What the hell were you thinking about? ’

The planet shakes its head and walks past the Gateway to the next one. Even then, I kept thinking in my head.

Did he really have the Celestial Dragonfly? ’

It symbolizes the authenticity of the Emperor!

The planet kicked my tongue.

Home is good to keep in mind the worst, but it was really the worst of the worst.

At the same time, a few days ago, I remembered the message my boss conveyed through the wooden barracks.

It felt more vivid because it was only a few days ago.

‘I should have thought that revealing this clearly would have something to symbolize the authenticity of Heavenly Horse……. ’

Whether it's a quack or not.

It was complicated.

If the boss' guess is right, it's really bad.

Moreover, he has not yet begun to be reconciled, and has not yet entered chlorinated.

‘In the end, the only way to prevent the worst is for me to become angry. ’

If only one family had claimed their authenticity through something, they would have had to be sexually provoked to establish their authenticity!

In the end, it will be a step in place, but it is advantageous to keep the state at bay.

The steps of the asteroid continue past the Gateway. Gateway J is a gateway that uses your senses in the maze to fight other people alive.

Now that Cheonhui is lying in the bottle, it was not a training to do it alone.

The canal that crossed Gate XII headed straight for Gate XIII. Because I could have used the Full Moon Warfare even if I didn't have Cheonghui.

Whoo-hoo!

The Third Gateway trembled and the Manshan Welcoming Battle was triggered.

The true energy reads into the heads of the planets and creates enemies.

The landscape everywhere changed quickly.

At the same time, an elderly man stands in front of the planet with a sword.

You may look like a surfer, but the blade is pointed at you.

Five Plums engraved on the old man's cuff caught my attention.

‘Plum Slash Light ( ⁄ 21813;). ’

The full-time visions stare back at the enemies based on their memories.

‘Filthy hypocrite. ’

In response to the wrath of the planet, the white jaw cries out.

Jiaying-