Chronicles of Heavenly Demon

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Within a month of the war between the Catholic Church and the sect.

Due to the war, the commercial power near Mount Qianxia was being inflamed, not when.

The iron-billed windmill became a battlefield for the Sovereign Mountains, not for their territory, and the UAVs started coming to fight near the Sovereign Mountains.

The Muslims weren't the only ones who came.

Romans who make money in the battle between the Moorish and the Moorish also flow into the vicinity of Mount Guinea.

The merchants near Mount Gyeongsan were reluctant to sell to them.

Nor were they unafraid of war. But it's a war between Muslims and Muslims.

There were very few civilians involved in the battle of the Moorish, except in special cases such as what happened in Cheonghae.

In addition, Iron Wind Bojo Chul-hyo Yun is famous for his character and his character.

There was no excuse to stop the Catholicism, such as Qinghae-yeon, to rob the nearby militia.

In that situation, local merchants casually traded.

The cups were also no exception.

He made food without rest, and Kang Sosan helped his sister fly food without rest.

“When is the stir-fried meat coming out here? ”

“A little more vegetables too! ”

“Another bottle! ”

The spell continues without rest.

Meanwhile, it was clear that the boy who did not have the terms and conditions continued to work was not easy.

Moreover, Kang Sosan was smaller than other children, making it even harder to do the same thing.

Nevertheless, Gangzoic acid has never been tougher.

It was because I knew I wasn't the only one who was struggling.

‘It will be hard for you as much as it is for me. ’

All you have to do is deliver the cooked dishes, but you have to stand in front of the fire and cook the dishes.

You can feel the warmth if you get close, but it shouldn't be too hard because you're holding out more than half a day in front of the fire.

That's why he didn't rest.

I continued to work, encouraging myself more.

It was past midnight that the guests who came to eat or drink returned.

Until then, Kang Sosan's brother and sister worked tirelessly. If I had a place to lie down and rest now, I wanted to sleep there.

However, he did not rest.

Instead, I closed my eyes on the floor of the guest who had all left. As I began to memorize the verse in my head, the sheer warmth bloomed beneath my navel.

Kang Sosan continued to memorize the phrase and began to spread the word slowly throughout the body.

I could feel the small warmth spreading to every corner of my body.

"So this is internal air. ’

I never learned about shamanism properly, but I still heard a lot about it. That's how we found out about the strong acid.

Whenever the asteroid teaches and chants the verse, it is the energy that blooms slowly in the air.

How long have you been doing that?

Kang Sosan slowly got up from his seat with his last deep breath. And the guest picked up what was in the corner of the stall.

It was a stick wrapped in an old cloth.

No, it's not a stick.

As the old cloth peels off with a blubber, a worthless sword is revealed inside.

It wasn't that expensive.

A sword full of scraps that can be bought at a cheap price to any forge.

Kangzoic acid grabs the sword like a treasure.

And I started to swing slowly with my breath.

São - São Joan -

The sound of the sword cutting through the air rings out in tumult. The direction in which the sword moved was always constant.

In the upper left and lower right. The trajectory leading up to the trajectory continues to form in the air.

The trajectory matches exactly one mark carved on the wall of the guest glass.

He swings his sword for a long time and stops looking at the trail. Then he turns his sword around again.

Then I wonder what comes to mind.

Kang Sosan grabs his sword and steps out of the guest glass.

The moonlight appeared in the clouds on the back of Gangzosan Mountain after leaving the guest glass.

The place where Kang Sosan left the guest glass was headed was under a stone bridge across the nearby river.

You notice a wide, flat side of the stone pillar supporting your leg.

Kangzoic acid grips the sword tightly and aims at the stone bridge.

You've been staring at me.

The moonlight appears to flash on the edge of the sword, and the blade in Kangzo Mountain's hand shifts obliquely.

Kagagaga-

A steel hillside sword scratches your stone leg and gives you a slanted, slanted pattern.

It is not a pattern made by the sword digging through the stone, but a pattern made by scraping it down.

It was not enough for the sword of Gangzosan to dig through the rocks less than a year after training to be a shaman.

However, he was not disappointed.

I think of the traces of the asteroid in my head and compare it to my own.

Every time I had time to look at the traces of the asteroid, I saw a gap and now naturally came to my mind.

‘If it were a tree and not a stone, would my knife leave such a mark? ’

Thinking about the trace, Kang Sosan waved his head lightly as he asked himself.

It's too late.

I had to try a little harder.

Kangzoic acid grabs its sword again and continues to scratch its leg.

And there was one eye that continued to observe such actions in a place a little distance from the stone bridge.

‘Sausan.'

His sister forced him.

Kang Ye-Ha's gaze at Kang Sosan was mixed with worry and greatness. I'm worried that it will be hard if I don't rest properly and work hard like that.

And the greatness of continuous training.

I looked at him until Kangzosan finished his training.

A wind blowing from somewhere passed by the corners of the two sisters' clothes lightly.

Wheeing -

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“Fantastic.”

Satonghui, who visited the goblet to eat, was amazed at me.

I was heading out to the town to scout nearby, holding the new dragon army inside the Gyeongsan Den.

“It's really amazing. ”

As he continues to amaze, the chieftains of the new dragon army who scouted with him gather beside him.

Despite the food that was ordered, Sae-ryong Hui continued to admire the walls of the guest glasses.

“What's so great about it? ”

“Please let us know. ”

The one who approached and spoke next to him was the Devil Bridge, the eater of the mountain mountain mountain rangers, and the parish parrot, the eldest daughter of the tetrarch.

As they approach, the sober Sawlonghui smiles shyly and points his finger at the glass wall.

“Evil hawk, hawk. Isn't that scar amazing? ”

“You mean the blade? ”

Their gaze shifts along the fingers of Sawlonghui. I moved my head while sitting down, even though I wasn't interested.

And at the end of their gaze, they saw the sculpted marks on the guest's wall. A notch across the wall of the guest glass.

“Oh, there's really a scar. ”

He added the words, "Disgust.”

He tilted his head and asked.

“Isn't that just a flesh wound? What's so amazing about a common blade? ”

The question was more than just feeling frustrated. The Evil Bridge also looked at the sword scar and shook her head. He even snorted as if it were nothing.

“Hmph.”

Satonghui shrugged her shoulders for their actions and slowly approached the wall of the guest glass.

Then he wipes the marks off the blade with his fingertips. It was a smooth, straight blade without any bending.

“It's a straight slash. I can't believe someone can drop a sword so perfectly.... ”

“Is that so hard? Drawing a sword in a straight line is something even a ten-year-old boy without a name can do. ”

The horse on the roof shakes its head.

“It's simple, of course, but it's not really easy to make a straight cut like this. Of all the people who are proud to be able to make straight cuts in their own way, someone who can be this perfect will be in your hands. ”

“Is that so great? ”

The lion-whisperer nods.

He still looks up at the marks on the guest wall with his admirable eyes.

“It's amazing that you just made a straight blade, and there's no waste of power at all. ”

His gaze points to the edge of the blade. He began to look at the walls of the glass that had been cut off as deep as the knuckles.

I knew it.

The wall of the guest glass that was cut off did not have a single crack. Obviously, the scar looked quite old, but the cut was keeping its appearance accurate at that time.

‘This is a flesh-eating sword. ’

Vibrant on the walls cut by a skilled gladiator. Here, I can feel the stench of death.

That's why the clear signs of the day can remain.

However, I did not find it repulsive to call it a sword. It's just a weapon to kill the Black One in the first place.

"Saving a person is not a vital sword, but a heartache. ’

Suddenly, I was curious about the person who left this sword mark.

“Let me ask you something. ”

“Yes, sir. What brings you here?"

Spot was strong acid.

Kang Sosan felt strange when the Muslims who had never seen it kept looking at the traces on the guest wall.

“Do we know who wielded the sword? ”

Sawlonghui asked Mount Kangsoo. Kang Sosan tilted his head and said.

“This isn't a sword. ”

At Kang Sosan's words, the bridge and the parrot looked at it as if it meant something. Even the only one sitting at the table gets up.

“It's made of swords by anyone, but it's not. The young one is playing a prank on us! ”

As the enormous bulge approaches, the acid takes a step back without my even knowing it.

“Well, I didn't really make it out of a sword. ”

“Hey, you little guy! ”

As I was getting angrier and angrier at the words, I heard someone's voice in the guest's cup.

“It's not really made of swords. ”

“Sis, Sis. ”

The group's gaze shifts toward Kang Ye-Ha.

Kang Hye-ha picks up a pair of chopsticks from the guest glass and says to the group.

“It's made of these chopsticks, not a sword. ”

“With chopsticks? ”

Among the really well-crafted swords were those with smooth swords to keep their capacity from dissipating.

I thought the skill of the blade was too good to be helped by such a sword, but chopsticks?

A pair of chopsticks were pulled out by Sae-ryong Hui.

“I'll ask you again. You're saying this is what made this mark? ”

“Yes, you just pulled out a pair of chopsticks and made these marks. ”

I can assure you, Saronghui's eyes are closed. Kangho is large and has many people, but he came here and found traces of the director.

The dragon whistles his finger down along the marks of the blade. Immediately thereafter, I looked at Kangsosan and asked.

“Did he say he would take you away if he could replicate the blade? ”

I nodded my head in a tangle of strong acid in the question of Sawlonghui.

Sae-ryong Hui said to Kang-sun.

“If you don't mind, can you show me what you trained for? ”