Descent of Demon god

"Ceiling?"

Cheonwoojin, surprised by the sudden appearance of the Thousand Wolves, looks up at the sky at the catacombs.

I didn't even know how I got down from the ceiling except for a few ventilation fans.

How?

He had been wondering ever since I heard the beep.

Though the disconnect was broken and I could not feel the sensation, it was an unexpected appearance.

What is this?

Where did you come from? '

The masks were also perplexed.

The leader who was killed on the ground was a superstar, but he was so stupid that he died.

Cilantro!

They surround the sky with watchful eyes.

One of the masked men said to Lady Chun in a loud voice.

"That's exactly what it is. Looks like you're here to rescue your parishioner."

He replied with a thousand-year answer.

"No."

"What?"

Zec!

As she raises her hand, the syringe that was on the ground is sucked out of his palm.

"What is this?"

Of course, there was no way he could give a gentle answer.

One of the masked men lunged from both fists, raising his Qi.

"I think I'll tell you that..."

Phew! Phew!

Knng! "

However, a needle flew into the thousand-foot, light elastomeric foramen and plunged it into his brow.

The embarrassed masked man tried to pull out the needle in his brow.

Cough!

"Er... Er what?"

The piston of the syringe is pressed by itself and the liquid contained therein enters the body.

At that moment, the skin of the masked man became red, and soon the blood spurted out and melted from his head.

Pussy!

"This is what it's for."

If you didn't answer me, I could find out for myself.

"Oops!"

Another colleague gets beaten up too easily, and the masks feel that things have gotten out of hand.

Of course, there were several countermeasures.

We need to get the CCTV up and running.

Plan B for sending back the Catholic Church.

At the same time, the other masks rushed towards the Thousand Moon.

Papa-pot!

Meanwhile, the masked man touched the earphone radio in his ear and said.

"This is a shooting range. Reboot only the CCTV cameras here."

Their colleagues were all over the law enforcement unit, including the situation control room.

It wasn't hard to draw the scenario they wanted just once on the radio.

I don't like it.

However, I heard a woman's voice on the earphone radio.

'!?'

The first voice I heard made no sense to the masked man.

"Who are you…?"

Humans. You don't need to know that.

Spock!

"Hehe!"

The mask frowns at the high frequency of breaking the earphone radio on the other side.

Rather, the situation control room was occupied by a mysterious person.

The mask tried to turn the earphone radio to the entire channel by touching it three times to inform other colleagues.

"Right now..."

Tighter!

Knng! "

Then someone grabbed him by the neck.

Someone who was a thousand years old.

'What the hell are the others… Aniet?'

The mask's pupils were shaken.

There were masks lying on the floor on that short bird about when they were attacked.

When the hell was that? '

I was embarrassed and asked.

"Are you trying to contact me with this?"

She reached out to remove the earphone radio that was in his ear.

The masked man laughed inside.

'Idiot! It automatically explodes if the user does not terminate.'

However, the radio earphones did not explode.

"What?"

It was embarrassing.

Suddenly, it doesn't work.

"Do you think you can clear this up if you call your colleagues?"

Such a thousand-year question opened my mouth, enduring the pain that the masked man was gripping his neck.

"Queek... take... your earphones... you think you'll get away with it... queek...?" Soon He will confirm… "

Knng!

"Queek!"

A thousand times louder, he could not finish speaking.

At that time, she plugged the earphone radio into her ear.

Are you trying to eavesdrop? '

The earphone radio could be connected to the frequency channel of all masks infiltrating a law enforcement prison.

I thought that was the intention, but when she opened her mouth, the masked man couldn't hide his embarrassment.

"Ahh. Ahh. What a voice."

Surprisingly, I heard his voice from Lady Chun.

The accent and tone were perfect.

"This is ridiculous! '

Nano's ability to alter other people's voices is very easy.

In a modulated voice, she touched the earphone radio three times and said.

"This is a shooting range. Here they come. We got 'em all, but we lost' em both. We have to catch him."

'!?'

I wanted to do something, but I had no idea what my intentions were. If you send a radio like that, your colleagues will search everywhere for them even more.

I looked like a winner.

'Why is the radio like that.....'

I was wondering, but Lady Chun lifted her mouth and said.

"No one's getting away with this, right?"

The mask's eyes widened.

Come to think of it, if you get a radio like that, you won't be able to easily withdraw until you find out that your colleagues in the law enforcement unit have escaped.

"Hey, you…"

The goal was to get rid of every last one of them.

When I thought I was beaten, I broke the neck of the masked man who was staring furiously at me.

Wood Duck!

"Huff!"

He falls to the ground, and a thousand fortunes cast him to the ground.

Then he snaps his fingers at the Tianwoojin, which is tied to the barricade.

Glug!

Surprisingly, the rope that was wrapped around Cheonwoojin's body loosened by itself.

'This is a great defeat.'

Chunwoojin was amazed inside.

I have never seen a person who handles it naturally like a breath.

At first I thought I was a Catholic, but I've never seen a young face like that.

'For now, I had help.'

It was right to express gratitude.

"Thank you very much for your help."

Cheon Woo-jin greeted me while taking possession.

A thousand fathoms fill his tongue as he struggles.

"Tsk, tsk, I tried to punish you for making the school look like this, but it's hard to beat you up."

In her words, Cheonwoojin frowned.

In the beginning, it seemed like the adult in the family was a tree.

'If we see that this is the main church, it must be someone related to the main church. How can we be so rude?'

He was the apex of the Catholicism.

No Catholic could treat him lightly.

"Who the hell are you to say that to yourself?"

Choon Woo-jin said without losing his respect.

The greatest harvest obtained during 27 years of incarceration after losing strength was great patience.

"If you're a member of any sect..."

"You said you shared a secret with the Supreme Court family, and you're not that smart."

"Supreme Court Law?"

You share secrets with the Great Lakes? '

The Supreme Court and the secrets shared were related to the Heavenly Spirit.

Choi Woo-jin's eyes became wide.

A moment that passes through his head.

[In your time, He may appear as prophesied.]

It was said by the Tai Chieftain.

Retention has been brought down since the 25th century by the previous bishops. I have heard that the prophecy will be fulfilled in my generation, but the Black Sky Company was being erased from memory after 27 years of unfair imprisonment.

"Stop, you can't be..."

"You're catching on fast."

Cheonwoojin's eyes flushed with undeniable words.

He mutters in an unbelievable voice.

"How could this happen....."

The legendary Marcin was before my eyes.

Choon Woo-jin hurriedly fell to the ground, feeling uncomfortable and tried to take an example.

"The legend of the Catholic Church of Soson, Choon Woo-jin..."

Whoo-hoo!

But the profound Jingi resurrected him.

Cheonwoojin opened his eyes and asked.

"How?"

"I'm busy, so I'll get an example later."

Someone falls from the ceiling, terrified to the end.

Tak!

The one who landed on the ground with a light gesture was a woman with Borat hair dressed in tight black leather.

She was Shakena, the second secretary of the millennium.

"Hey, master. I took care of the people who were there as instructed."

"You didn't eat it, did you?"

"Just like you said, I stopped your heart. And none of them were particularly tasty."

After eating the heart of the master of the painting, the other masters were not wearing sheep.

Shakenna was the car that stopped those in the Situation Room and killed them.

Choon Woo-jin, who did not know the English language, could not understand their conversation.

"Ancestor, what is this woman?"

Ignoring his question, Lady Chun gives orders to Shakenna.

"Move him."

"Yes."

Shakenna approaches Cheon Woojin.

Then I hugged the elderly, but bigger than myself.

"W-what is this?"

She told Choon Woo-jin who was embarrassed.

"Can you hold your breath? Human."

"What's that?"

Whoo-hoo!

At that moment, the bodies of the two people soaked into the ground in a bright light.

After their appearance disappears completely to the ground like a dive, thousands of miles spread out, pushing the capital towards the gunmen.

Whoo-hoo!

Then a huge river appeared from his hand.

"This should be enough, right?"

Thousand Yeon-un makes a unique pilgrimage to the firing squad.

* * *

Around 19: 15.

The atmosphere in front of the prison was disorderly.

If the death penalty had been executed properly, the warden would have appeared by now and announced to the press, but it was too dark.

"No, this is taking too long, right?"

"What's going on in there?"

Reporters were getting louder and louder.

Their expressions were filled with doubts.

"Please step back."

"My brother's execution is not over yet."

The Constable guarding the courthouse warned reporters not to come.

"No. What sentence do you execute for more than an hour?"

"Are you trying to hide what happened?"

One person twists his head, and the reporters baptize the questions together toward the infected soldiers.

Thanks to this, the atmosphere at the site was confusing beyond the clutter.

Rrrrrrrr!

Then a group of men in suits appeared in front of the Justice Department across from the journalists.

The infected soldiers who were guarding the prison did not conceal embarrassment when they found the one in the crowd.

Tae-chung Oh!

The middle-aged man in the middle was the head of the Muslim ministry, Oh Tae-chung.

He was accompanied by five executives from the Association of Muslims and vice-presidents of the pharmaceutical company D.A.N.G., including Moorish officials and the leader of the Wudang Clan.

He told the Constabularies who were blocking the entrance.

"I need to get inside."

"No. My brother's execution is not yet finished."

He firmly stopped it and spoke to the Constable in an overwhelming voice.

"Does it make sense that he's been on death row for so long?"

"Well, that's..."

Even the Constabularies couldn't have known what was going on inside.

They had only been ordered by the Director of Justice to guard this place so that no one would enter or leave until the execution of their brother was over.

For those who were embarrassed, Oh Tae-chung pushed even more.

"Do you know who's on death row?"

"...... I know."

"He is the worst criminals of our forestry and the best masters of our association. Do you have any idea how badly those evil martyrs want to exorcise him?"

Like his words, the square next to him agreed in a loud voice.

"Primitive. Primitive. Yes, that's why this Muslim Association has stated its intention to assist with internal security."

He spoke as if reporters were asking him to listen.

Thanks to this, the Justice Department refused to accept the favor of the Muslim Ministry, and made it look like they only made the Military Constabulary their own guard.

"Oh my…"

Captain Gossaoung, a platoon commander in charge of the infected soldiers, was embarrassed about what to do about it.

Tae-Chung's assistant glanced at one of the journalists as if she would never miss this opportunity.

Then the reporter shouted in a loud voice.

"What the hell are you hiding in a correctional facility? Quickly reveal what is happening inside!"

Speechless!

Incitement was very effective.

Reporters in a row shouted for similar demands.

Taejeong Oh said to Captain Gossaoung, the commander of the Military Constabulary, in an overwhelming voice.

"Are you going to stop me from watching you in the press? If we keep coming out like this, we're gonna have to question the Pentagon's recent agreement with an impure group."

'Hehe.'

Captain Gossao bites his lip.

There seemed to be no other way to stop it.

"..... The journalists are not there yet."

"Of course not."

Zec!

As Captain Gossao raises his hand, the guards blocking the entrance to the Barricade open a path as they lift it up.

'Huh-huh-huh.'

The tail of his mouth went up.

I had already heard what was going to happen inside of the Muslim association executives.

Now, if we just go inside and turn it upside down through the Muslim testimony of the Muslim Association, we can drive the Ministry of Defense away.

"Come on. Let's go."

Tae-Chung tried to take executives from the Muslim Association confidently and enter the prison.

Then someone calls him up.

"Wait a moment."

'!?'

He turned his head in a familiar voice.

A middle-aged man in uniform appeared on the west side of the journalists.

He was Ahn Wuhong, the deputy director of the Department of Defense.

"Director."

"If something happens inside, it's not something our Ministry of Defense should investigate."

In Ahn Wuhong's words, Oh Tae-chung hardened his face.

I didn't think he'd show up at this time.

'Hmph.'

However, even if the Pentagon did an investigation together, the outcome would not be different.

However, the executives next to me did not look good.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Pyeong-Ang, the leader of the Wudang Clan, opened his mouth in a puzzling expression.

"Sir, he's a... he's a martyr."

"What?"

The one staring at the angles was the thousand woman standing next to Ahn Wuhong.

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