Descent of Demon god

Northwest of Guangxi.

A small village of reef prefecture near Gwangju Province.

Even a small town with only 60 households, it's a peaceful place.

"Oh, dear. Is the lord of Sophomore here?"

There were those who came out from the entrance of the village.

Those with the reincarnation of the Catholic Church were the martyrs of the Hocho Prefecture.

There was a man nodding with an awkward smile looking at those who welcomed him, and it was the Apostle Chun's motto.

"Ah…"

There was disappointment in the eyes of the thousand thunders.

On the third day, I was going through three villages, and the Christians who were entering one village welcomed me.

'This isn't it...'

This was not the journey he had expected.

It was more adventurous.

I wanted situations where I could justify new people in the first place, and where hidden enemies of orthodox appeared and fought violently.

But the reality was completely different.

"I am Hwang-woong, regional head of Hojo Prefecture. We'll take you to our branch."

"Heeheehee, please take good care of me."

"Are there any? Older Jeonju."

Everywhere I went, there was no branch of the Catholic Church.

Then the branch chiefs came out to meet him and offered him a comfortable stay as if he were in the Catholic Church.

This situation made it impossible for the Moorish romanticism that Cheonan expected.

'Ahh.'

In fact, this was a natural sequence.

Hyun Moo-Rim was united by the Catholicism.

There was no way that an adventurous mood would unfold, not only for the Muslims, but for the middlemen, when more than six became the world following the doctrines of the Catholic Church.

'No, this isn't it!'

"Little Lord?"

Gu Wang-Sook, the youngest elder, said with a curious look, making a face that was close to the temple.

"Oh, nothing."

"It's nothing. Is there anything you're uncomfortable with? If you're sick, I can take care of you all night..."

"Absolutely not!"

The thunderstorm shakes her head in a heartfelt manner.

I didn't know about the accommodation when I was in Mado Tube, but after being out there for three days, I could also see the thunderstorms.

'Dangerous.'

I learned why Herbong escort Jeonju made a commitment to protect himself.

When I had a chance, I was a nobleman who wanted to spend some time alone.

"Ah, if you're sick, don't bother talking to me. It's our Mado's motive."

Godong-sook, who is twisting his body.

Blood lines protrude from the biceps and triceps.

'Creepy.'

The thunderstorm shook.

Then, in his eyes, he sees the guest glass inside the village.

The reef guest.

There, I saw many Muslims who were supposedly wearing blades.

Although he was not dressed in a certain kind of doomsday clothing, he was interested to see Muslims other than the Catholic Church for the first time.

"Hmmm. Uncle Heo."

"Oh, yeah?"

I called Hubong, who is talking to the Hocho Prefecture Head.

"Why don't you stay in the guestroom, not the station today?"

"The guestroom? There's a branch too. I'd rather stay in the guestroom at a price..."

Hubong couldn't finish the sentence.

He raised a pearl like his nephew from childhood.

When I wanted something, I couldn't have known the look in the eyes of a thousand people.

"Oh dear, shall we have dinner in the guestroom today?"

"You're my uncle!"

The thunder echoes his words.

Only a hundred million of them were embarrassed by the Hocho Prefecture Headquarters.

"Huff! Don't you like me? '

The reason why the branch chiefs in each village were so eager to welcome the small bishop's group was simple.

It was to mark the eyes of Herbong, the next king and high ranking executive.

"Bison, Bishop. We are preparing a dinner at our branch of the Hocho Prefecture where the best watermelon is invited..."

[Hmmm. Station commander Hung Wung.]

Herbong sent him a message.

After discussing a brief situation before and after, Hung Woong silenced his mouth with a sad expression.

At first, Koh Wang-Sook was rather intrigued by the fact that he was staying in the guest cup.

"If it's not the main branch, we have a better chance. '

She was a greedy girl who dreamed of falling in love with the Bishop.

It's a great pressure for girls, of course.

After separating from the Church's followers, the guest stepped forward and the choir called out to him.

"From now on, we're just a small, middle-scale group of people. Okay?"

"Very well, young master. Heehee."

"Yes, Young Master."

The reason why Cheonan asked me to do this was simple.

It was to prevent people from struggling and coming.

His identity was now the next Moorish Emperor.

I didn't want the trip to be monotonous because of this identity

Yuck!

"Welcome."

After opening the guest cup, Spooky welcomed them.

'It's them.'

I saw eight Muslims sitting in the guest's seat with their swords in their eyes.

If you look at their outfits, they start with hoppy leather, and they're all different.

[Looks like a bunch of romantics.]

An experienced vanity told him.

He knew a lot about the chaotic sects and the moon waves, so he could give a rough idea of what they were.

"Hmm. Romans. '

The look in his eyes became strange.

It was said that the Middle Church was united with the Catholic Church, but not all Muslims were subjugated.

Some resisted to the end, and some refused to be romantics or representatives.

In a way, they had bad feelings for the Catholicism.

Zec!

Just as the crowd found them, so did the eyes of the readers toward those standing at the entrance.

According to the crowd, they were Muslims too.

In particular, the romantics who saw the most intimidating Duke expressed their astonishment.

"Fantastic."

"That would be a great master."

"Pretending the Divine Power is unusual."

One by one, the romantics were surprised to see the royal residence.

Of course, she was also a real athlete, but the appearance alone was very strong.

However, no one saw Koh Wang-sook as a woman.

Pussy!

She doesn't speak, but she trembles with unpleasantness.

"Here you go, folks."

Spooky walks you to the void and guides you and your group.

He sat down and said with a excited face.

"Fill the table with the most sought-after dishes from this guestroom."

"Oh! Are you sure?"

"Gorum!"

Hubong waves his heavy red pocket at his waist.

For a while, I was excited about the appearance of guests with big hands and ran to the burinake kitchen.

"That's too much, isn't it? Uncle."

"The table isn't that big, so you'll be fine. Young Master."

As Herbong said, the table was not that big.

Six large dishes were about full area.

When I looked at the customers around me, I was eating a simple snack or noodle soup, but I was staring at them for a while to see if they were interested in a big spell.

Soon after, the table was full of their dishes.

"Khh. Young master, let's eat."

"Enjoy your uncle."

Throughout the meal, Cheonwoo's gaze flashed towards the romantics.

When I look at the story books I read, a lot of things used to happen in these guests, but the romantics are quieter than I thought.

I was talking while drinking quietly.

'Ah....... something's not right.'

I was not interested in romance at all.

The Cheonan people considered the cause as Gowang-sook.

She was exquisite to eat the dishes carefully on the front plate.

However, every time I reached out my arm, my well-developed muscles were twitching, giving me a feeling of intimidation that was hard to get close to.

'Is that why you put up with the palace?'

One of her was more than a hundred escorts.

Cheonan's name suddenly became depressed.

At this rate, the Middle School trip he had dreamed of would literally end in sightseeing.

However, if you desperately wish it, it will happen.

Bummer!

One of the romantics approaches them.

The fool, who was talking in a panic, turned to the romantic.

He should not have been particularly cautious.

Tak!

A middle-aged romantic wearing a hoppy greets her with an embrace.

"Will you excuse me for a moment? A compromise?"

He didn't greet the oldest of the group, Hubong, or the most pretentious of all.

It was like a royal residence.

"Foot."

Hubong couldn't help but laugh.

She is only 18 years old and is now called a compromise.

Of course, I had the impression that I could be called a compromise if I just saw a storm.

Flame on!

Her muscles twitch and flutter.

She was as shy as a woman in front of a thousand people, but she graduated from Mado Co. early and even beat the elders at the age of 17.

"You're talking to me..."

"Calm down. Stay calm."

"Oh, Young Master."

The thunderstorm grabs her shoulder and pulls away.

Then she posed as if when she did it.

"Oh?"

The voice of the blushing woman coming out of her mouth makes the face of a romantic strange.

'What…'

A momentarily embarrassed romantic tries to take back control.

Then the thunderstorm seized him and said:

"What brings you here?"

"Well… that…"

I was hesitant to make excuses for the romantic who had already changed his mind.

Quadruple!

'!?'

In his eyes, he saw a small cup of tea that was turning to powder in his hands.

Her palm, which is about twice the size of a normal person's, makes even a cup of tea look like a drink.

The Roman's eyes tremble.

At that time, Goh Wang-Sook raised his right hand to point at his mouth, crossed his hands and made an X, and slashed his throat.

Huff! Puff! Puff! Zec!

In other words,

'Talk..... or else..... die.'

The romantic who completed the reading said quietly and politely, taking charge again.

"Ho, may I ask the Grand Coven for help?"

"Help!"

The Roman's words sparkle with a thousand eyes.

* * *

Imperial ambassadors are detained in the Chapel of the Catholic Church.

On the third day, their faces, which were stuck here and could not escape, looked overwhelming.

Particularly, the maternal gain, which could have been a major accident, was sitting apart from the other members of the death squad.

He was the one who suffered so far, saying, "Why did you mess with the Catholic Church?"

'Ahh...... I didn't even take care of him properly, but is my life over here in vain?'

It was a time when I was criticizing my own life.

"Phew!"

Outside the room, I heard the voices of the escorts.

Then, as the door opened, someone entered the room.

"Wife, Prince Chun!"

"Oh, Lord Chun!"

He was a thousand Catholic patriarchs.

The officials of the Sadducees who had been imprisoned rushed in front of him and knelt on their knees in supplication.

They were anxious to see if there was a problem with their statues.

'Ugh.'

The hard-earned maternal gains were not with them.

I turn to the wall and try to keep my position as still as possible.

Then someone grabbed his shoulder.

The maternal margin was as strong as it could be, whether other bureaucrats wanted to call themselves "Beg."

"How can you save your life with a young Dory..."

"Oh, yeah?"

Huff!

The voice that I heard behind me was like a thousand Catholic girls.

He was embarrassed. He didn't know what to do.

"What are you talking about! You bastard!"

"I can't forgive the Pope!"

The bureaucrats bruised him like that.

It was already spilled, so the maternal profit exploded.

"Ey, does this make sense? This is how a monk of a religious organization..."

Tak!

I grabbed his head before he could finish speaking.

"Ey, what are you doing?"

"I think I need to see the bastard who sent you here."

"Yes?"

Glug!

At the end of the sentence, their appearance disappeared from the room.

The officials of the order stared blankly at the place where they had disappeared like infiltration into space.

"It's gone!"

"What the hell is this?"

* * *

Ecliptic Open

In the heart of the imperial province is the Dragon Palace.

The Gungeon Palace where the Emperor lives in the Dragon Palace made of golden Kiawa.

In the days when he was sitting on the throne of the war, Taegeum, the emperor, was grabbing someone with a loud voice.

"What do you mean you send letters to the Catholic Church?"

"Abamamma! Why are you doing this to me?"

A 17-year-old boy stood up to him.

The boy in red with the dragon pattern is Zhu Qiyun, the Crown Prince.

"Huh. You must be out of your mind. The only person authorized to speak to the official official in writing is the Crown Prince's burden. Are you trying to undermine my burden?"

He is the emperor, Yoon-gyeom, who found out that they had gone to 100,000 mountains while looking for maternal profits and some bureaucrats who did not attend the ordinance.

He was taking this very seriously.

Fluffy!

Zhu Qiyun knelt on the floor and begged.

"Avamama! Avamama is the face of this empire. But how can it make sense to just look at the state of affairs? Please forgive me!"

In the words of Yoon Joon-gyeom, the emperor became more agitated.

Who knew he would do such a thing even if he was a bridegroom.

I had no idea that this situation would even happen if the Emperor's face had given me the right advice.

"Taeja, you don't know the country. He....."

I couldn't get the last word.

How can he say with his own mouth that he is an absolute person who does not care at all about the Emperor?

"Abamamma. What's wrong with you? He just asked the government to help him with the case. If you're that anxious, even if you tell the bureau that this was my ordeal..."

Bloop!

Strange things happened before he finished speaking.

As the space crumbles, someone plummets and falls into the battle.

"Ugh!"

Zhu Qiyun, the child who saw him on the floor, was startled and shouted.

"Pregnant!"

He was Tae-yun.

Someone came down indifferently next to Tae-yun like that.

Tae Gyeom, who was sitting on the throne, was surprised and woke up.

"Kooksa!"

He was a thousand years old.

I looked at him because he didn't know the language.

There were thousands of gold dignitaries and eunuchs guarding the battlefield. When did they get in here?

Moreover, the maternal gains should be at the Catholic Church now.

"How could the National Guard come here unannounced..."

"Your Majesty."

"Boo, you called?"

Joogyeom, the emperor who stutters and notices.

In his appearance, Joo-yoon was angry beyond ridiculous things, and he got up from his seat and aged toward the thousand.

"Yes, Inououououououohom! You dare show such disrespect to the Emperor of the Great Nam? I can't get down on my knees..."

Boom!

"Huff!"

Before the end of the shout, Zhou Yun's knee forcefully knelt on the ground.

His face distorted due to the pain of his knees.

What the hell is this? '

He was the one who was handed the job unscrupulously through his own South Korean martial artist.

That is why we could see that suppressing ourselves was an unimaginable Jingi.

Bummer!

Then Lady Chun approached him.

Then, he opened his mouth, looking down at Joo Joon-Yun, who was kneeling with arrogant eyes.

"Who told you to intervene in adult conversations?"

"What, what?"

End