Descent of Demon god

In the dark forest.

“Huff..... Huff....."

There is an elderly man suffering from severe bleeding from a stab wound to the abdomen.

It's not strange to die all the time.

Exhaling deeply, the old man looked at the middle-aged, white-haired woman standing in front of him in a frightened look.

“Huff... puff... What are you doing...? ”

Despite the summertime, a middle-aged gray-haired man was exuding a chilly energy from his whole body like a frostbite, which overwhelmed the surroundings.

A middle-haired man looks down at him with a cold look and asks.

“Where is it? ”

“What the hell are you asking? ”

Then the middle-haired man fainted, laughed, and stepped on the feet of the fallen old man.

Wood Duck!

I hear bones breaking in my feet.

“Shhh.”

The old man groans in agony.

The white-haired middle-aged man opened his mouth again without changing a single face.

“You don't know what your clan has been hiding for generations? ”

The question hardened the old man's face.

The shaking eyes tell me how embarrassed the old man is.

“Let me help you make a choice. ”

A middle-aged man with gray hair pulled something out of his chest.

It was a prison ring.

“Well, that! ”

The old man's eyes widened.

“There are a lot of dishes in this town. Your granddaughter's getting married soon, right? ”

“Yes, your inoohm! Aren't you afraid of the thunderbees? Cough! ”

A handful of blood bursts from the old man's mouth, vomiting fury.

You shouted with a knife to the abdomen, so it was natural for the crowd to go.

Nevertheless, the middle-haired man coldly said.

“If you were afraid of that, none of this would have happened. One hand on the throne, and within half an inch, your brushes will cross the Underworld. ”

The middle-haired man raises his hand.

Then the torch shook from a distance and the signal was coming.

The old man who was staring at it finally opened his mouth.

A white middle-aged man who heard what came out of his mouth had a twinkle in his eye.

“No, I told you, please, the lives of the seamstresses...”

While the old man was begging and speaking, the middle-aged man with gray hair smiled and said,

“Ah! I forgot. There were no brushes in the world. ”

“Yippee, Inouououououo..... Knng! ”

The old man grumbles in anger, gripping the vicinity of his heart, and then his body slumps to his side.

“You've taken the trouble. Hmph.”

Pot!

The white-haired middle-aged man turns around and disappears into the dark forest as if his business had ended.

The old man staring at his back muttered.

“I... can't... wake... the dead...”

* * *

100,000 units

It is a place where numerous mountain peaks gather between the Cantonese and Guangdong.

But now, speaking of the 100,000 generations, every middleman and woman remembers one.

The Catholicism.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains is the sacred place of the Catholic Church that unites the whole forest.

Even though the world of the Catholic Church is a golden age, its dominance extends throughout the Middle East.

All the sects of the sect, Safa, were absorbed into the mountains of the Catholic Church, barely continuing with their cult, and even the Imperial Court supported them as a nation.

The training ground for the Catholic Church.

Papa Papa Pa Pa!

Early in the morning, there was a violent buzzing sound coming from the battlefield.

“My heart is empty. Little Bishop!”

“Huh?"

A boy who looked 17 to 18 years old leaned back urgently to the white face of a man with a scar carrying his back.

However, he suddenly hit his chest with a peculiar angle.

Puck!

“Ugh!”

The boy who was kicked sits on the floor of the smokehouse.

Blood spilled from the boy's mouth, whether he had internal injuries.

Zec!

The boy who wiped his teeth said to the man in the scar, making a look of embarrassment.

“A ship, Elder Hundred. You've done too much...”

“It's a training ground.”

The man with the scar cut off his horse, and the boy said again, his lips twitching in frustration.

“..... Master Baek. ”

“I'm just as much a teacher as I am on the field. ”

“Yes, I understand. But you're still a minority minority, aren't you? ”

A boy who calls himself a monk.

He was the name of the Catholic Church who would become the next bishop of the Catholic Church.

A man with a scar, called a hundred masters, waved his head in horror.

“If it's internal injuries, the lord is strict...”

“No, you just taught me that kick. If you had such a herbalist, you would have taught me! ”

The man with the scar made a foggy face.

The attitude of the martyrdom of the Catholic Church was not disappointing as a teacher.

I thought I'd say something unfortunate.

At that moment, I heard someone's uproar.

“Khh. As expected, he's a Bishop. Psychotomy has advanced the elders. ”

Then the Bishop turned his head and called out with a bright face.

“Uncle Huo! ”

“Little Lord.”

A red-haired man called Uncle Heo.

He was Herbong, the head of the resistance escort.

Hubong bows his head.

In his appearance, a man who was called a hundred teachers rebuked the Catholic Church.

“You should call me by my title. Socialization....”

“You're so hard on everything. A hundred Jeannieis.”

“...... Don't hold the ponytail too long. Hubong.”

“You must be Jeonju. Baekgi.”

The name of the man called the Hundred Teachers is Baekgi.

It is the fifth chapter of the Catholic Church and a puritanical cult.

He is now a master of pseudocratic scholarship.

“Phew. Even when you get older... no. There you go."

Baekgi silences the fact that if you mix his words, you will also dry yourself.

Then Heo Bong hurriedly said to Chun-hyang, the Bishop.

“At this rate of strength, beating a hundred elders with a pneumoconiotomy in a few years won't do. Heehee.”

“How many years? ”

At such a bluff, the thunderstorm frowned.

I have been learning the art of limbotomy since the second millennium, but I have rarely passed 10 seconds.

"I don't know if I can use a thousand swordsman..."

This was an honest heart.

At the age of 17, he was a student who passed through the Mado tube early.

Nevertheless, if I ranked atheism as a whole, I could not rank in the top 10 or even in the top 20.

Even if it is only Teacher Baeki in front of me.

"The precognitive king."

The king of telescopes in the Moorish.

He is one of the best swordsmen in the world.

The only one who can share the common ground with him is the king of the Six Swords, the King of the Three Kingdoms.

‘Phew. I can't even speak because I'm embarrassed because I'm a minority owner. ’

Even with a thousand swordsman, he was not confident enough to defeat these Six Swordsmen.

Of course, I knew that this was not a matter of the Constitution of the Empire.

A Thousand Swordsman is the best swordsman.

Thousand Yeon-yeon, the Pope and Father, had the strength to cut even when he spread the Hundred Saber with a branch or grass leaf.

‘....... he really cut it. ’

It was a thousand womb that split one of the peaks of 100,000 mountains into branches to demonstrate.

In the sight of that, Cheonwoo wondered if she would be able to surpass Father's paternity even if she learned to do nothing all her life.

“That's it. The training isn't over yet. Get out.”

Baekgi gives a mockery to Heo Bong.

Then Heo Bong smiled and said.

“What do I do with this? I'm here on the order of the Pope. ”

“… hmm? ”

“From your father?”

“Yes, it's the order of the Pope. ”

“What about the men?”

“Today is the day. Little Lord.”

“That day? ”

The two eyes of a mysterious peasant suddenly filled with joy.

The day he had been waiting for has come.

“Finally!”

“Neep! It's that day. The day came when Herbong went on a pilgrimage to the heavenly mountain sanctuary with Little Lord. Heeheehee."

It has been three months since the book book of the Bishop of Sodom.

The day of pilgrimage to the heavenly sanctuary has finally come.

A journey to greet the investigators of all time.

This gave me the opportunity to travel around the Middle East, but it was the Buddhist name that was waiting for that day.

Hubong smiled and said.

“Let's go to the Pope. ”

* * *

Catholic Resistance.

A palace dedicated to the Church, located underground in the Resistance.

The floor and walls here are made of blue-stone and are more sturdy than the chaotic training ground.

Such a sapphire training ground is a mess.

Tsk, tsk!

Blurry vision inside the jade training ground.

The remains move relentlessly, avoiding the intangible swords.

52517;! 52517;!

The intangible swords follow the vision as if they were alive.

A vision that barely avoided it with a spontaneous car suddenly flew towards someone carrying a backpack in the middle of the training ground.

Bloop!

“Hiya!”

As the vision thickens, the man flies his sword at the man carrying the back of his head.

Then a black line appeared in the air.

You hear a sharp gesture from the black line as the space is torn apart.

Kwaek!

The tail of the man in the back of the bag looked up.

The man stepped on the ground lightly, beating his back.

Bang!

At that moment, the space around it distorted and the black line was sucked in.

At the same time, the man's body bounces back.

“Huff!"

Boom!

The flying man's new bronze remains on the marble wall.

The man on the marble wall was hurt like his whole body was broken, but even more so, it was ridiculous that his dagger was too easily blocked.

‘I feel it every time, but it's really a monster. ’

I had to stick my tongue out.

He raises his head and looks at the creature walking casually towards him.

A man of sharp eyes with long hair and a white face.

After all these years, it still looks the same.

He was a churchgoer of the Catholic Church.

“You've barely learned. You're getting pretty good at it. ”

When she said that, she barely woke up from the marble wall where the man was stuck.

“You stopped it without a single hand. Ancestor.”

A man who calls himself the Progenitor.

His name is Cheonang.

He was a distant descendant from the future.

“At your level, it's hard to die. ”

“Ugh…"

It was a blessing that I never once complimented my mouth.

It was also an undeniable reality.

Even when you're dealing with backpacks like this, you're doing the best you can.

“I'm not sure that the Heavenly Sword, which doesn't work for your ancestors at all, will work for him. ”

A remarkable story came out of the mouth of the city of Heaven.

A Heavenless Magic Sword.

It is the ultimate dagger created by the Heavenly Investigation.

Even this single sword that destroys all things slaughters immortals.

After 19 years of hellish training from the heavenly host called the Emperor of Sons, Cheonan Province was able to master this most powerful sword.

“That should be enough to deal with him. ”

“Do you really think so? ”

It was no wonder that Cheonang was so curious.

He said it was an unstoppable sword, but it was too easy for her to stop it.

So I wasn't sure if I would win.

“If you're nervous, will you learn ten more years? ”

“Well, that's...”

Immediately, his face turned white.

He had spent 19 years drying up blood.

The only sound I heard was, "Do this ten more years," and "Die."

“If you're not sure about yourself, you should learn more. ”

It is the heavenly star that looks like a demon.

“Oh, no. Now that I think about it, this should be enough to deal with him. I think it's time. ”

Cheonang refused.

Then she smiled and said.

“Speak up whenever you change your mind. I'll make you laugh at the extreme. ”

In the words of Heavenly Mother, I thought to myself,

‘...... ancestor, if you are. ’

In his world, extremists are called gods of nothing.

When I thought about fighting the fearful creature, respecting all the unauthorized people, my heart became complicated.

But I wasn't as scared as I used to be.

because I struggled to cross the line every day with a more frightened and terrified being.

“By the way, since we still have time, shall we do it again? ”

Huff!

Her proposal made me contemplate the face of the astronaut.

Bang, bang!

You hear a knock at the door of the Fuhrer.

Sa, you're alive! ’

He hid his insides and said without hesitation.

“Ah... I'm afraid I'm looking for my ancestor. ”

At least I read his thoughts, and I was shaken.

I pushed it as hard as I could to avoid almost wandering around the perimeter to get it to this level, so I didn't want to fight.

“Come in.”

The door of the Smoke Tube opens in the voice of the thousand angels.

What came through the door was nothing more than the Supreme Masked Martial Arts Act.

“My lord.”

“Did the bishop and Heroes come? ”

“No, I'm not.”

“Then what is it? ”

“An ambassador has arrived from the Eclipse. ”

“Eclipse?”

Since the reunification of the forest before the Middle East, the imperial court has periodically sent envoys to the Catholic Church. It became a regular ritual.

However, the schedule that used to come every half year was three months early.

* * *

“Huh?"

Herbonism and the Buddhist name Cheonryong arrived in front of the Resistance of the Catholic Church.

They gathered in front of him and wondered what the three women were waiting for.

The thunderstorm rushes towards them and greets them.

“Did you mean last night? ”

“Friend.”

A beautiful, elegant woman with long dark hair and beautiful eyes.

Looking at her appearance, she still looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She was Moongyu, the First Lady of the Church.

She was also the mother of a thousand people.

“Mother.”

“Did you come straight here without washing? ”

He ran to the battle of burinake at the training ground.

Then the thunderstorm looked at his clothes and was ashamed.

“He's excited to go on a pilgrimage. Sister.”

The silver-haired woman smiled and said to him:

Her name is the king.

She was the second wife of the Catholic Church.

“Yes, brother. ”

“No, little mother. It's an important pilgrimage. How can I be so excited...”

Tighter!

“Woo-eup”

One of the women tugs at the ball before he finishes speaking.

She was a hot chick with a golden, blonde Joan.

“I'm in a good mood, and I ripped the tail off my mouth, and I'm telling you the truth. You look just like your father every day. ”

“Mi-ho, Mi-ho. ”

The Little Bishop's thunder shocked me.

This blonde beauty in front of him was the hardest person he could find.

Giant golden hair gumiho.

She was always beside the Catholic Church, so everyone called her unofficially a third wife.

I wanted to be called that, but I was called aunt from Chuan Nam, the Catholic Church, because I did not give permission.

“No, let go of me. ”

“No, I don't want to. Call me Mother and I'll let you go. ”

The pranky golden hair Gumiho's attitude embarrassed the people.

“Auntie! ”

I didn't know anything else, but I couldn't disobey my father's command.

I snorted, excited, as if the golden hair gumiho was disappointed in Cheonan who insisted to the end.

“You can call me Mother. Chet.”

Mungyu and the Queen Consort chuckled as she vomited her complaint.

It was because I knew that the golden hair gumiho cared for the Choonju like a child.

Hubong who came with Cheonan asked Moon-gyu, first wife, with a curious face.

“Madam, how can you wait in front of the battle without entering the battle? ”

“An envoy from the Imperial Court. ”

“An envoy? Didn't he come three months ago? ”

It is the Imperial Court that came three months ago and sacrificed the products of each region as tribute.

But why did they visit?

Then the queen said:

“On the way here, I asked the Elder of the Veteran's Disease, and he said it seemed to be related to the Crown Prince's Bookshelf. ”

End