Descent of Demon god

Catholicism?...... Bridge!

The Muslims never called the Catholic Church as it is.

To them, Catholicism was only a wicked group that worshipped the horse.

What do you mean, "Bridge"?

The eyes of the executives of the Moorish Association, who were wary of the reoccurrence of the bridge, were filled with embarrassment.

A martyr appeared at the Muslim headquarters, not elsewhere.

It's also called the center of the modern forest.

'No way... The foundation of the Association has fallen into the hands of the Bridgers.'

Even holograms show their confused faces.

In order to get to the seat of the Chairman of the Chamber of Congress, where the thousand women are sitting, it was possible to penetrate all the power of the headquarters of the Muslim Association.

'Nonsense.'

I wanted to think, but it was hard to deny.

The executives' heads were already spread out on the conference table in front of them.

It was so absurd.

Just an hour ago, there was a meeting to gather the strength of the Muslim Association to kill them because the situation in Jenam-si would have been pronounced by the martyrdom.

'Rather, they were fast.'

Instead, they were beaten.

Who would have imagined that a misunderstood bridge would somehow mess with a group called the Association of the Modern Moorish Society?

Wait... Did I say "thousand horses"?

The majestic old man sitting on the left side of the hologram opens his mouth.

In the red lyrics, even the yellow law could tell that he was a monk, but old age was the director of Shaolin's old age ambassador, who was the birthplace of the Middle Moon.

Amitabul. Is the landlord the Thousand Horsemen of the time?

"Hoho?"

I was surprised by what the old ambassador said.

Rarely, non-Catholics and Muslims knew the meaning of the title.

'Well, maybe the director of Shaolin Company will know.'

Their history was longer than that of any of the Moorish sects.

Even more than the Catholicism.

"What a master of Shaolin."

I had never pretended to be with Shaolin before, so I replied with a relatively soft voice.

Then the other executives looked at the senior ambassador with a curious look.

A thousand horses are reborn in your religion. This is very bad news for you.

Old age ambassador. What do you mean?

Amitabul. I don't think we should talk about this here.

It's hard to explain right now.

It was because it was not something to discuss lightly about the appearance of the thousand horses.

What the hell is that...

The executives are even more curious, and someone blushes with a red face.

"Does that title matter right now? Those wicked martyrs have corrupted the Muslims and society."

Dressed in a neat white robe, he was Zhang Pyeong Ang, a shaman's leader.

He was a master of education, but he couldn't hide his insides with such fiery temperament.

Zhang Pyeong angles yelled at the crowd.

This is why Bourne said we should never let the bad guys like you go. When disaster strikes at the gate because of what you've done, the civilians...

Exactly!

At that time, she flicked her hand lightly.

Then the hologram in the middle of the table turned on and a scene was printed.

This was outside the Muslim Association building.

Catholicism! Hooray! Hooray!

As if heaven and earth were leaving, I could see those who call to the Catholic Church.

Too many people were Muslims in the Muslim Association for the hologram to shine on.

What the...

I was dumbfounded by the embarrassment of the angled angle.

He thought, of course, that there was a war and that many of the Muslim Associations had been sacrificed or had suffered the worst.

Why would they?

"Why? Did you think I'd kill them all?"

What the hell did you do?

"They all pledged allegiance to the Headquarters."

'!?'

At the words of the millennium, the executives of the Muslim Association badly distorted their faces.

If what he says is true, the main foundation of the Muslim Association has not been destroyed, but has been completely overwhelmed by the Catholic Church.

'How do the unmanned bow to the horses?'

It was a figure of speech.

If they were in front of me, I wanted to cut them off right away.

"I'll give you a chance."

Exactly!

As Yeon-yoon flicked her finger, the deputy chief's secretary dragged someone.

"Shhh... Please... Please spare my life."

'!?'

His appearance was frowned all together by Muslim Association executives.

He was the representative literature for the Moorish Association.

His mollusk, without two eyes, was miserable.

"I wish there was a guy called the Moorish Association Chairman, but I'm sorry to go into the Abandoned Circle. It doesn't matter. This guy gave me a lot of good intel."

I put my hands on the shoulders of the literature as if I were satisfied.

Compared to all the other executives who begged for their lives and kept their mouths shut, the literature handed over a lot of information to me to live.

"This one was reborn as a Mainland Christian. I'm fair. That's why I want to give you a chance."

Opportunity?

The curious ones smiled and said,

"Surrender to the Church. If you offer your necks as a token of surrender, I will accept you as a member of the Church with mercy."

Tighter!

She pressed against the shoulders of the literature.

Then the literature raised its hands wide and cried out.

"Here, thank you for the grace of the gracious Mother!"

It was not a big deal that he shouted in fear.

The executives of the association felt strongly insulted by the prestigious appearance of the person replacing the head of the association.

Inooohm! You're out of line!

How dare you mock this association!

The executives eventually vomited old age without patience.

They were told to cut their throats and surrender. It was more tolerant.

I told them a thousand times.

"Abandoning Kwon Ju and choosing Punishment……"

Usually, you have to say you're sorry, but out of a thousand mouths,

"Thank you. I wish I had accepted my inner peace."

What, what?

The executives of the Muslim Association turned their eyes upside down.

From the beginning, a thousand years ago, his offer was to insult them.

She lightly placed her hands on the table.

"From now on, I'm going to break them one by one. I'll pay you back many times what you've done to the Headquarters."

At the end of the conversation, the meeting table cracks.

Blah, blah!

Soon the whole table cracked open.

Paszec!

The large table turns to dust.

Suddenly, the officers' mouths shut.

It was easy to just smash the table, but it was hard for even the dizzy elites to inject the dust into it.

No one opens his mouth because of overwhelming pressure, but the only person who looks at him opens his mouth with his arms crossed.

You think you can handle it?

The hologram seat on the right side of the chair reads:

[Association of the Association of the Moorish Association Deputy Chairman Kwon Sung-ryong Kim]

He was the head of Blade Six's current Extreme Sports Department. She has been watching this person's reaction more than anyone else's.

Unlike the others, he kept a consistent poker face.

'That's how it comes out.....'

Then she spoke to him in a heartfelt voice.

"You can count on it. And like your true leader, this time, I will definitely root you out. Extreme meat."

'!?'

It made a difference to the face of the relaxed Venus Dragon.

You...

When he tries to ask you something, the woman shakes her hand lightly.

Then all the hologram devices on the ceiling were destroyed and disconnected.

Paper work!

Same time.

Head office of Blade Six.

The golden dragon sitting on the hologram connector rises from its seat with its face stiffened.

Then hurriedly came out of the door of the chairman's office.

"Sir?"

A man in sunglasses in a black suit in front of the chairman's office asked curiously.

Then Gold Star said.

"Pre-order train tickets for Chengdu City."

"Four? Soon there will be a meeting with the total number of subcontractors..."

"Cancel. It's more urgent."

I have an order from the chairman, who would break it? As if the man in sunglasses was forced to reschedule with his tablet, his face became stiff.

"Chengdu City? Chengdu City..."

"Chairman, do you think..."

When he asked, the golden dragon muttered in a serious voice.

"You have to see them."

* * *

Hologram-off Muslim Association Hall of Boarding.

Emergency power grids are barely running, but the building is half-cut, causing sparks to bounce off the ceiling.

Is this okay? '

The deputy director looks at the hologram device broken with a worried face.

'I don't know if Heavenly Mother stimulated them too much.'

Despite the fact that they took down the headquarters here, their forces were still substantial.

In this case, they were ambushed when they were completely unprepared, but if they do this, they will be completely prepared.

No, I didn't know that I was going to retaliate in any way, beyond my preparedness.

"Are you afraid?"

I asked her if she had read his feelings.

Then, he carefully expressed his opinion.

"I'm worried that maybe they're moving the Muslims."

"The Moorish?"

To be honest, I was not afraid to come out powerlessly.

The one and only existence of the Thousand Wolves made me forget.

"This made them realize that the Headquarters had been reborn. We have a very high probability of moving the forests and pressuring us."

Most Muslims registered with the ministry of Muslims.

Those who did not complete the registration of Muslims in the Muslim ministry were only the wicked criminals from Safa and the Catholics.

Perhaps the Moorish Society will come after it.

"If I were the Muslim Association, I would move the Mob and make us pretend to be the government, and then I would take a way to incite public opinion."

The image of the Catholicism was still the worst for civilians. It was the perception that the chairman of the Black Sky Company had caused the worst bloodshed.

"If that happens, the merger will lead to the company being run, but it may be disruptive."

The Forest Ministry is full of people from the Muslim Association.

It was absolutely their ally.

In any way, the Catholic Church had to face adverse conditions.

It was also the crucial reason why the Catholics who had been wronged did not go forward.

"What's your solution?"

"The solution?"

"You think I let you keep me in suspense?"

Thousand Yeon chose him as deputy chief because he was a strategist.

When I thought about it for a moment, I opened my mouth.

"We need news stories to offset the adverse imagery we have. And we need allies to support it. If it's a government department with enough power to contain the Muslim ministry, that's even better."

"Yes. That's the main thing for you to do."

'Ah......'

It was only then that Lady Chun clearly recognized her expectations.

There were those who were determined to use force for the thousand years.

His real role was his head.

"Give me a concrete plan for the former in three days."

Three days! '

It was only three days.

In a very short period of time, I almost gasped.

However, he responded vigorously to the idea that he did not want to break his expectations.

"As I command!"

"I'll deal with the latter you mentioned."

"Yes?"

The former was also difficult, but the latter was more difficult. Only the Ministry of Public Affairs and the Ministry of Defense were the only departments that could contain the Mob.

They tried to make contact with the Celestial Jewel Faction several times, but it was hard to make a loop as many times as it failed.

What are you going to do? '

The mysterious man mutters to himself as if he were talking to himself.

"I just got a call from him."

"Him?"

* * *

Ten o'clock.

It is a town not far south-east of the western city, the capital of the current central government.

Further east from here, Nanyang City is home to the Defense Ministry's General Command.

A waste gas station in a suburb of Nanyang.

It was a rare area, with military branding carved all over it, and a large number of soldiers marking the area thoroughly.

Next to the waste gas station was a shabby restaurant where a strong middle-aged man with a nice beard on a leather jumper sat looking at his watch.

"One minute left."

The middle-aged man sitting across from his voice with a mixed iron voice couldn't help embarrassing himself.

He was the commander of the Defense Force, Makwucheong, who was in charge of suppression at the same time.

His shoulder was engraved with a General's mark on it.

I was promoted in recognition of my achievements in blocking Grade S Gates.

Why isn't he here yet? '

It was just a place I had prepared.

The man in front of him was Ahn Wuhong, the head of the Ministry of Defense.

After receiving a medal for defeating the Gate, he went through a lot of trouble convincing him at dinner.

Principle! I don't see any vehicles around me.

A radio from a communications officer standing near him is heard with soldiers standing guard nearby.

Being invisible to them looking around through the telescope meant they were no longer able to keep track of time.

"It's 13: 29: 30. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Sir, sir."

"I don't want to take away your time with this."

Tak!

Ahn Wuhong, the director of the Department of Defense, stood up.

Seven years before he joined the regime, he was a man with a thorough military mind because he served as the General Commander of the Defence Force.

Particularly famous for being very punctual.

'Ahh…'

I thought it was twisted from the beginning, so I darkened his face.

Ahn Wuhong's footsteps had already left the restaurant door.

I wanted to appease him, so he quickly followed me to the restaurant gate.

"Vice President, please wait a moment!"

"It's too late..."

It was that moment.

Bang!

"Huff!"

Something fell at the door of the cafeteria.

It was Ahn Wuhong with a steel heart that was not surprising at all, but he stepped back inside the restaurant door as if lightning had fallen on the dry sky.

"Wife, the crown!"

Mak Wuchang was furious and shouted.

The one who fell from heaven was a thousand women.

The clock on Ahn Wuhong's wrist points to 59 seconds.

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