Desire

Maybe he'll win.

The Blood Sworddragon thought so. The situation on the battlefield was not bad. At least not where he's fighting now. I don't know how, but it's probably magic. Seeing the surrounding players, the blood dragon nods its head. The disciples of the blood dragon were pressing the disciples of the sword gate firmly, and the blood dragon could feel a little relaxation.

‘There's nothing good about winning. ’

Feeling relaxed was always the story of the body. The Blood Sword Dragon is depressed. Even if he wins the war against the Passenger Gate, there's nothing he can gain. It is the Blood Dragon Master who commands this war. Winning a war alone is also a great blood dragon. There is no profit to the Blood Sword Dragon himself.

The ball that won the war will raise the Bloodline even higher.

On the contrary, the blood dragon will fall down. The power of the gossip will be diminished, and perhaps even stripped away. What is needed for the current blood sentence is not a traditional one, but a one that will strengthen and attract the doorway. The Blood Sword Dragon looks away from the sunken gaze. The wall appears to be azin smashing the sword. It was so blatant that even the eyes of the sewers could tell the difference in strength. He's killing a man every day, so he can't miss it.

Uncomparable. The Blood Sword Dragon sighs and thinks. Does not compete All he had was the name of the bloodthirsty grandson, and thanks to the virtue of bloodshed, it was nothing to boast about. He was not foolish. If we continue to compete, we will lose, and if we insist on that position, we will be purged someday. If we're going to win this war, we're going to have to go back and resign as our successors. I'd rather leave the Gateway and travel... while I'm thinking about it, swinging my sword.

My eyes were split.

One man's blood draws his sword while he breathes heavily. My flesh and blood have fallen. The Blood Swordsman Leukemia, a rumor that just happened, died, but he didn't know it. He had no reason to know his death, since he had no part in this war anyway. “Knuckle!” The blood rushes forward, gnashing its teeth. His sword tasted the most blood in the last decade. The excitement of battle heats up the blood. But...

It's not good.

The charter was tilting. At first, the morale grows like snowballs, crushing the disciples at the Passenger Gate. One man stood at the forefront to beat him like a demon.

Are these bastards... fanatics? ’

I couldn't understand a single blood sample. I swung my sword without restraint. I cut off my waist rather than slicing my throat clean. I let them see as much blood as possible and spread out my hands brutally. It was to make me feel afraid.

But they don't hesitate at all. If an arm flies away, if the body is cut in half, it does not scream. Rather, I turn on the light in my eyes and come at me. How could you do that? One man bites his teeth and swings his sword. Anti-Thousand Law. One Sword Blood received from the Church. Thanks to his help, the unmanned blood became the master of the world after piercing the wall in one fell swoop. It's a scaffold made just like that. On the condition that they would sell their souls to the martyrs and become their dogs, they received the Antichrist Act. I wanted to make the doorway I grew up with the most. At least, I wanted to place it directly under the bridge.

I'm right in front of you. The bridge is subduing. From the beginning of Namhae, they will come out and wipe out this world. And there will be a great checkpoint under the bridge. I've only lived for it.

“Don't you think you're overreacting? ”

The blade of blood stops.

He brushes his hands on a beard soaked in blood. My hands were also covered in blood, so I touched my face and left a red stain with a strong smell of blood. I don't care. One man's blood draws out a ferocious breath and stares at the pain. It was the same with blood.

“I'm not this tired as a young man. The Gatekeeper is old...”

“You cheeky bastard has a long tongue. ”

The blood is spit out in a harsh voice. At this point, Azin grinned and held out his hand, which he had hidden behind his back. “As an apology for your arrogance, I have a gift for you.” That said, the eyebrows of the blood flicker.

“It's a sword.”

Took. Ajin throws the sword in front of the Blood Bank. He looks at the sword that fell at his feet with trembling eyes. It was the sword of the back-scissors.

“I actually had more gifts to give you. I couldn't bring it because there were so many. ”

The wall is powered by a sword.

“Are you satisfied?”

One blood sample raises its head and sees pain. Red-blooded eyes open. One blood sample did not curse. He bites his teeth and tightens his lips. I grabbed the sword with both hands. The inner air of the blood settled quietly. Azin takes a step back and clenches his fist. Heave-ho. The old armor is ready for battle.

I had an intuition about death.

It was not compared to the sword of Devello, the Black Sword of One-Blood. The name of one of the three masters in Safa was not anonymous. Azin takes a deep breath. It would have been impossible to avoid it if it had been before the non-conference. But not now. Ajin turned passive, Thousand Mazi, into active. The internal air started to fall, and on the contrary, the whole body was full of strength. The Red Devil rises up. Azin lowers his knee. The blood of the dagger rises high. The world slowed down beyond my open eyes.

Queek! The devil's hand and the blade of blood collide. The shape of the devil that appears behind the back of Ajin is shaped by a decreasing inner void. The devil moves the same as he does. Azin reduced the size of the devil. The dragon hovering behind his back melts into his body. Surrounded by a red aura, Azin runs to the ground. Kuang! I can see the blood of a single sword moving through the slower world. Kwaang! An outstretched hand and a blade of blood collide again. My old armpit frowned and my palms froze.

‘It's worth it. ’

Azin swallowed the saliva. Even in battle with Safa's three great masters, they are not strongly pushed. It's only been growing like this for a year. One man's blood wields his sword fiercely, without even fainting. Quaquaquaquaquaqua! Dozens of strikes have hit Azin. The Black Devello is faster and fiercer than her. He admitted it.

You're strong.

Just like that. I looked higher. I saw someone stronger than him. I mean, that's it. Azin takes a deep breath. Overwhelming flesh, overwhelming sword. No matter how many mistakes you make, you will die this way.

I can see the sword coming out of my chest.

I can't even scream, and I see someone collapsing with blood.

Azin's lips twisted. It seemed to be accelerating, accelerating, and burning white. Everything seemed to be falling into a blur. The sword in your chest is broken. His bloodsucking lips were smiling. My eyes became darker that I had never met properly. She was the only one standing in the white world where everything was gone. She pulled out her sword, stumbled and fell, and no matter how many times she called, she wouldn't answer. She died in vain. The first compassion I felt at birth, the feeling I didn't want to let die.

Because it changed.

Azin wanted to kill the blood.

Revenge, it's not like that. I twisted my foot thinking. You see a sword flying down your neck. Bend your torso to the side and bend forward, bending your extended knee. Sharp and fast. I know. I clenched my fist. This is not revenge. It's just...

I didn't like it the first time I saw it. I wanted to kill him, that's all.

It's not revenge, it's personal.

“Khh!”

One blood swallowed gushing blood. The bones twist with a murmuring sound. He bites his teeth and gives himself strength. The fist in the side would have crushed the torso in a blow had it not been for self-defense and resistance. You hold on to it until your ribs are crushed.

‘What fist...! ’

It's fast and strong. I didn't even get a good look? That's ridiculous. One blood sample thought. That can't be right. One man's blood gnaws at it. At that moment, the relieved hand grabs the sword firmly. Close, don't miss The blade of blood falls down. His face is smiling. Queek! The blade of blood is in the ground. Missed me? I must have cut it off... but Azin's vision fades away.

“The Thousand Horsemen.”

Azin said, struggling. What? A blood transfusion turns its head. Azin's steps hit the ground. Kuang! I hesitated over the pressure on my shoulders. Azin raises his arms. “Acquire!” His blood tightens his legs and endures the pressure. It's only one step that stops a master like that. Decrease in internal air is too large, resin doesn't fit. Azin clenches his fist.

Fighting a master of this magnitude is uncommon.

I checked the internal air consumption. If you use the Rainforest, Azin will be able to use several times the power as usual, even for a moment. However, it has less durability. The suction method, the energy drain. It is possible if not a single match, but if it is damaged, the calculation is incorrect. Self-strength can be maintained, but it cannot prevent internal air consumption. Continuous internal air consumption in the rainforest, sustaining self-immolation. Energy Drain and Aspiration Method cannot cope.

‘Finally, a fast pact. ’

It's quick to be able to compete equally with a master of blood. If you catch a victory, you must finish it quickly without missing it. If the battle is prolonged, the consumption of the air will not be tolerated. When the rainforest is over, all that remains is the body that cannot sustain the self reinforcement. If you do, you will lose.

It's an unusual opportunity, and I can't enjoy it.

I can't help it.

The internal air was pushed in. The red strength intensifies. A blade of blood collides with your thrown fist. Queek! The blade of the Blood slides back and forth. A frightening look appeared on the blood's face. Azin's lips twisted. The Thousand Marriage Rights have been opened. Pumpeng! The shot steel pushes you back behind the body of the blood. “Hehe!” The blood swallows the blood, chewing on the lips. The organs were trembling and the internal air was trembling. Internal injuries.

I thought it was ridiculous many times. I can't believe this happened to a young unarmed man who must be too old and inexperienced. I felt faded, and I didn't want to admit it either. He was the blood of one swordsman, the doorman of the Safa Passage and the great master of the three armies. “Ahhhh!” One man raises his sword, shouting. A lifelong sword unfolded more perfectly than ever before. A sword that sliced through everything.

Azin takes a step back. Azin's shaking hands move lightly. The swinging sword stops stiffening. A deep scrub rests on the shoulder of the blood.

You take a step back. The Evil Gate's blood rushes to pursue him. Papa Paak! Shot boiler lodged in the body of the blood. “Shhh!” His blood trembles. “You coward...!” One man's blood sought to shout. Azin smiles in relief.

“Fuck you.”

Perffolk! The two masters you shot are stuck in the knees of both blood vessels. “Ugh...!” A distressed groan leaks from between the evil gates. I took a bitten step forward again. Azin smiles brightly as he looks at the blood drawn from his blade to the ground.

“Coward?”

I held up my hand.

“You must be mistaken.”

The blade of the hand slashes the neck of the blood.