Chronicles of Heavenly Demon

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It is said that the word 'outer' refers to the same. If there is a mark on everything, there is also a seal, which means that the outside is different from the inside.

It also means that the progress of the work is different from the appearance of the outside.

Currently, the body state of Cheonhui was literally floating.

A situation that appears to have completely repelled the poison on the outside, but is bursting inside.

Several thoughts flashed through the planet's head. He came up with a plausible conclusion as to why the heavenly host appeared at this moment.

‘Eventually, when you showed up like this, you were going to use something addicted in the first place. ’

Perhaps the vomiting of blood at the New Testament was also staged. However, in reality, the poison was too powerful.

It must have been a poison that the chorus on the mouth nerves did everything in their power and that no matter how much they rolled their heads, they couldn't decipher the brain from the Catholic Church.

Unexpected deployment.

However, the enemies of Heaven, who were hiding beneath the surface, moved as expected. The result is now here.

‘You might have been predicting this situation since you planned to pose as an addict. ’

Even if he wasn't, his boss would have done everything in his power to create this situation. And when the enemies gathered together, they would have a plan to appear in perfect health.

However, unlike what I thought, the poison that consumed the body of Heavenly Hui was too strong.

‘It took too much time to contain the poison. ’

That's why Cheonhui appeared a little later than expected.

Of course, it's all a planet's family.

The planet looked up at the sky.

I looked at the teacher with the thought that his family was wrong and that the residue of poison was still there, but I could soon overcome it.

I was staring at the Spellbag, wondering if I knew what that planet was thinking.

The tremor of one hand with the back of his hand was heavier than before.

“And bloodshed.... Clearly, our records show that all the manufacturing methods were erased, and you restored them? ”

He opened his eyes and looked around. Probably not the order bag restored.

There must have been someone else who taught me how to make it.

The thought of Heaven's will drove me mad at the man in black. The man whose boss pushed him away with his life's work.

His eyes slowly move. It was a move to find the Black Man who was blown away and poisoned by a deadly drug.

“Hmm.”

But I couldn't find the readings anywhere else.

Where?

I was surprised by the bag. It was definitely nearby until just now, and then it disappeared.

The reformer left the premises at the time of his death.

Judging that it would be difficult anymore, he left.

His star sign is death.

He deceived even though the target was an ally.

Truly his downward behavior.

The planet shakes its head to confirm his disappearance.

“A rat has left the premises. Military!”

Cheonhui called his supervisor. Then he gave strict orders.

“Get me down the mountain right now and move all the teenage marzones. Round up the entire mountain to prevent a rat from escaping. ”

“Respect.”

“You don't have to kill. Capture him.Where did the Blood spatter recipe come from, and……. ”

Cheonhui pauses and rubs his heart with one hand. Even then, his boss could guess what he was going to say.

“I have so many other questions. ”

“Respect.”

The boss bows his head and lifts his head. When it disappeared, it was like an old bird.

It seemed to be the key to going down the bridegroom and preaching the word of heaven to all the teenagers and Mages.

“The Viceroy has more to say to me. ”

The briefcase smiled faintly.

“You're looking at my throat, not my story. ”

He spoke boldly, but now the bag was measuring his own strength with a cold gaze.

What if we kill the Bishop here? ’

No, no matter how much I think about it, it's impossible. There is no way you can kill an unmanned man who deals with the Heart Sword with the Seven Bloodshed with one unmanned man.

Even if it succeeds in killing the parishioner. The seven spheres of bloodstream will be finished.

If so, there will be no one to stop you.

"Well, Martha's a socialite. Even if I succeed in eliminating the parish, there will be only one benefit left for me. ’

The bag quickly rolls its head and decides.

Then I gave the spirit to the hemophagogist.

Stuck Gigg-

The bloodshot, who had received his spirit, began to move, revealing his teeth. The shape of the bag was like a bottle wrapped around it.

“Are you running away? ”

“Yes. It will take a long time for all seven Bloodstreams to be eliminated, even for a monk." That should be enough to get away from this one body. ”

I couldn't help but notice the bag was running away. That's why the backpack was talking about its plans.

I'm sure everyone's already noticed.

I laughed heavily at the words of the Spellbag.

“It won't be easy.... ”

“I'm well aware of that. It won't be easy to get out of Heaven even if we stay away from this place. But isn't it better than dying right now? ”

At that, Cheonhui smiled again. Then I repeated what I just said again.

“It won't be easy.... ”

“I didn't tell you! I know, huff! ”

The briefcase breathes a false wind, not a word. Beyond the seven layers of bloodshot bottlenecks, he felt a tingling sensation as if something was aimed at him.

It means that it is not easy for the bishop to say it twice. That's …….

Did you mean to escape your own heart sword? ’

Like telling me that the idea of such a bag was the right answer, Cheolhui opened his mouth.

“Can the seven Bloodshed stop my heart sword? ”

The Heart Sword is a sword that cuts through concepts.

If you are not pushed by the willingness of heaven to split the notion, you will not die instantly after being put to the sword.

‘Of course, you will suffer internal injuries.... ’

The backpack was firm. Can the Heart Sword cut itself beyond the space occupied by the seven Bloodstreams? Can I kill him with a punch?

Cheonhui continued to say, as if denying the certainty of such a bag.

“A heart sword is a heart sword. Time and space are practically meaningless. If I say I'll take it, I'll take it. ”

The will of the Spellbag was shaken.

There was some power in the words of heaven. The power that will really happen.

Huff!

The backpack changed its mind in a frenzy, but the bank had already begun to collapse and was beginning to overflow.

Fear has flowed beyond the notion.

“I'll ask you again. Can you really stop my heart sword? ”

Cheonhui stepped on the line.

I seriously doubt I can stop that. I dug deep into the mind of the Spellbag.

As soon as the question came to light, the idea of the backpack collapsed.

The Heart Sword slashed the Spell Bag.

Screech-!

‘It's over. ’

You stare at the corpse of the Spellbag with a faint look on your face. He didn't even realize he was dead because of a heart attack.

Of course, the bag wouldn't want to meet such a humble end.

As he said, and as the planet has said, it is only the result of the violent zone.

The strong survive, but the survivors are also strong.

The planet looked back at the corpse of the bag for a long time as it recalled that fact.

Because his own words could have been the same as mine, which failed to exact revenge…….

At that moment, Cheonhui was staring at the missing hemorrhoids.

Maybe it's because the owner is dead.

The scorpions were moving around with a peculiar squeak. The ruler is dying and the nature of the bloodshot is burning.

‘Soon there will be an attack on Pia. ’

We have to deal with it first.

The bloodshed that awakened instinctively is just a predator who can't distinguish between enemies. The weak attack and the strong have the instinct to flee.

It bothers me.

So we have to kill him first.

Cheonhui draws his sword.

Then I cut off the first hemothorax.

Spins and vibrations add to the dark steel, creating a powerful force.

Sobbing-

The hemothorax was split in half.

The second hemogram was not too difficult.

However, things were a little different around the time the third hemorrhage was cut. They rebelled against whether their instincts had awakened a little more.

“Hmm!”

Khhhhhhh!

He reaches for his sword in his hand.

He swings his sword as he sweeps down his chin.

Clattering -

Rebellion is only rebellion.

Bloodshed couldn't stop a thousand swords from slicing through the moon.

The bloodshot that was rushing split into precise halves with the sword in his hand.

Number four, number five.

It was only a matter of time before Cheonhui processed the bloodshot. A moment so short that others can't even imagine.

The walls of the entrance and ultra-high peaks were as thin as a sheet of paper, but were sometimes better than a thick dam.

And by the sixth time, the situation was not so different. Of course, the rebellion was gradually stronger.

However, the instinct to flee from the strong still seems to be awake.

If he had, he would have thought of running away from here, not confronting him.

There's only one thing left after processing the sixth angioplasty.

‘You finally made it through. ’

Cheonhui sighed secretly and looked at the last bloodshed. If you just put that away, all the cursed magic will disappear.

The heavenly host raises his sword.

Maybe it's because he woke up a little more of his nature than the previous six hemorrhages.

He frowns, gazing at the sky. We have no choice whether to attack or flee.

If his nature had been fully awakened, he would have chosen to flee.

But it wasn't him.

Kiyaaaahhhh!

He rushes to the choir to see if he's made a decision soon. A sharp sword struck the crown of Heaven.

But no one here doubted. One step back from Heaven, and you will avoid that violence!

And as everyone expected, Cheonhui took a step back.

At that moment…….

Phew.

The cold foreign body penetrates your side and escapes through your chest.

“Hmm?"

The senses made me frown without knowing it. Then he turns his head to look at the blade through his abdomen.

There was one hand on the blade.

“Inoum!”

It was not only Cheolhui who followed his hand's gaze. Lee Sin-jung, who confirmed that he was holding the blade, grew old.

It was the spirit who stabbed him.

“Huge.”

The heavenly host groaned and looked into the spiritual eyes. Izzie's eyes flush with red energy.

Subsequently, the spirit's mouth opened.

“As expected, the body is not perfect. Right?"

The voice came from the mouth of the spirit, but not from the spirit. It was the voice of a dead drug addiction.

Everyone trembles in that voice.

Even then, the reader borrowed the spirit's mouth and continued to say.

“Then so be it. What kind of poison is it that makes it look so healthy? Huhuhuhuhu, of course. ”

He smiles. The spirit's face distorted and smiled.

Instead of moaning in agony, he reaches out boldly and grabs the spiritual wrist.

Then he pulls out a sword in his waist.

Phew!

Blood spurts. Of course, you stop the bleeding by tapping at a rapid rate. But that was not the problem.

A foul smell rises from the blood spilled out. The blood on the floor boils.

Extreme addiction.

You can't do that unless your body's toxic enough to melt.

“Oh, Father……. ”

Cheon Ah-young trembled. After the hemostasis, heavily reaches out and grabs the spirit's neck. Then, he roared toward the excruciating reading that was watching this scene.

“Did you take over Izzie and take over her body? ”

“Fool the fool." That's what I used to be, huh? ”

The recital laughs.

“How do I get you out of here? ”

The reader laughed.

“Nothing. Only to kill this body. ”

After all, Young was not a vassal. I also checked that Thousand Horses were not fine, and even got out of position.

As a rehearsal, the loss of a doll who defeated Izzie has nothing to lose.

Then Cheonhui confidently said.

“I see. I'm afraid I can't help it. ”

Wooduk-

Heaven's will breaks the spirit's neck.

The last remaining piece of bloodshed woke up and left. He shakes his head and looks down at the body of the spirit.

“Does he have a family? ”

And I immediately asked. It was Lee Sin-jung who answered the question.

“The spirit is originally an orphan. I know that there were some colleagues of Mu-romajo who had no family but worked with them. ”

In response, Cheonhui closed her eyes for a moment.

“Collect the body and sew it up as a public figure of the church. And allow your friends to attend when you are with me. ”

The choice is inevitable, but I will not forget the reward of the dead. That was the treatment Chosen by Cheonhui.

“Respect.”

Of course, Lee Sin-jung bowed his head.

It was finalized, but it was an awkward close.