Desire

One blood sample is dead.

The sigil of the Sapa Gateway. Three-finger-deep cilantro in a safa. A description of the Gateway of the Passage that used to be a rumoured sect. One-blooded heaven.

His death was futile, unlike the weight of his name and the life he had lived. Ajin robs his hands. Blood snagged from the old armor falls. He looks at the body of the warm-blooded man on his knees with an expressionless face. The body is pierced by the scaffolding and the blade is crushed to the ground.

Azin makes a loud noise and approaches the corpse. The battlefield is still. The battle stops. From the moment the battle between azin and blood started, everyone was silent and looking this way. Taking their glances, Ajin lays his hand on the shoulder of the warm-blooded.

Too bad to throw it away.

Even a dead body, his body still had a viable internal air. In front of everyone, Ajin put on an energy drain and a breastplate. I wanted to suck all the dust off the oscillator that melted in my body, but if I take it away from me, my body will wither like a mummy. You don't have to make excuses for bad rumors. I sucked up all the internal air contained in the blood supply. I kicked an empty shell with my foot. “You bastard!” You hear an angry shout. Are you a disciple of the Straggler Gateway? Azin twists his lips. I kicked the body of the revolving blood once again.

“Y-yeah, this heavenly man-made...! You have no respect for lions...! ”

Azin shrugs. “I'm already dead.” You mutter as if to listen, and lift up the rolling head of the blood. It was a face of horror and fury. It's nothing. Azin mutters, killing him for a very personal vendetta, but not so much. Azin turns away.

“The Gatekeeper is dead. ”

Azin empowers his voice. There was a rumbling sound. No one expected this. Blood Gates has declared war on the Gateway. Bloodshed and scaffolding are at war. Who would have predicted defeat? At the Passage Gate is the door owner's blood. The family crest's remarriage is getting old and sick and dying. Leading the bloodstream is the great Blood Dragon, Asin. Although he was at the pinnacle of the Later Index through the Blind Hound Festival, no one thought that Azin would beat an absolute master like blood. Unless it smells like the blood of his own sorceress. The difference between numbers and the power of the leader made me think it was natural to win the defeat.

The gatekeeper is dead.

“Will you continue? ”

Azin asks, and no one answers that question. All three sons of the paleontologist died in battle. Going forward, swallowing up the swallow, was the great white dagger of the storm guard of Munich.

“... I'd like to recover the body of the doorman. ”

“After fixing it. ”

“I believe the reason the blood is here is for the revenge of the dead Blood White Void Sawyer. And the doorway that commanded it is already dead.”

“That's funny. ”

Azin grins with his teeth bared.

“I don't know your name. But I know who it is. Three gold thread at the waist. You're the master of the StormGoldenswords.I thought the StormGoldenswordsmen were the guardians of Munich. ”

Azin raises the head of the blood in his left hand. He smiles and taps the pale, black-blooded cheek.

“The great master of the storm swordsmen, known as Munich's Guards. Do they blame the dishonour on him because he said the doorbell was already dead? You think it's the best path for the doorway. ”

Gu Jing chewed on his lips. There are no more battles where Munjoo died. The wall was destroyed and the storm troops were severely damaged. The same was true of the Brainlight Iron Swordsman. The damage of other lesser disciples is not great. No, that's not the problem. The problem is low morale. Munjoo died fighting one-on-one. To the blood dragon, who is also my youngest.

Do I have to avenge the death of the doom? We can't do this right now. It's time to step back and do something about it. Embrace the humiliation and embrace the insult, chew it and sharpen the blade of revenge. Afterward, I will forgive you with death. I decided to abandon the sentence.

I tried to throw it away.

“That's what I said to the torture. ”

I will lead the elite to Dara with the Pathfinder's Gate and knock on the closed Pathfinder's Gate.

If the Gatekeeper comes out, he will rip his throat out without asking.

If he does not come out, he will break down the door and kill everyone who sees him, and if he comes out to confront them, he will kill them all.

“You're here to fight. ”

Azin slowly raises his hand. Time seemed to have stopped. Jung opened his lips and tried to vomit. I tried to scream, "Fall back."

“Extinction.”

It was a ruthless massacre. The disciples of the Fraudulent Passenger Gate could not resist even a whim. On the contrary, his disciples were full of deceit. Bloodshed also suffered considerable damage in battle, but it could not reverse the high morale. It was the player who occupied the large width of the power. They are different from NPCs. Even if you are exhausted from battle, you can recover quickly from it. There is no fear of death. There is no hesitation in my hands as the contribution of the quest is hanging.

“The rumored man is dead. ”

As I wiped my hands with my face soaked in blood, the slime approaches. “Is that so?” Azin glances at you and says.

“That's a shame. ”

Speaking in a grave voice, there is no change in his expression. The screech swallows a gulp and gazes at Azin. ‘I can't believe it.’ I didn't tell her myself, but she looked frightened. His first encounter with Ajin was less than a year ago. At that time, he was one of the promoters of the bloodline, and he became the master of the bloodline, taking the advice of Azin.

The pain was also strong at the time. It was unbelievably strong as a review index. Incredible. That's it. Even though I had the same skills as the Great Bloodline... I couldn't catch a single blood sample.

"Genius." No, it doesn't end with genius. ’

The swing swallows the saliva. He was only in his early twenties, but he killed blood at that age. At that young age, he was a doorman of a clan, slain in front of a five-finger coriander in a dense forest. Was the blood transfusion too intense? No, the blood test was not cautious. He was electric, not particularly tired. Rather, the one who had to be tired was pain.

‘The Wall killed the Swordsman and killed the Blood One. This is absurd…’

Maybe he's with a legend. No, maybe not. He will definitely become a legend. In the next ten years... no. Ten years is too long. Five years... Maybe five years is too long. In a few years, that man will be the best. That fast... and explosive growth.

The train turns its head. I was completely engulfed in heavy blood. A plains of corpses lay open before his eyes. Today's war will remain in history.

To the end of the Blade Gate.

“Damage?”

Sixty-one people died. Twenty-six seriously injured. ”

“87 blood dragons dead. 14 seriously injured. ”

There's more damage to the blood group and the players of the blood group. Purely 82 deaths from NPC. There were more than I expected. Ajin turns his head as he kicks his tongue. More than I thought... But I couldn't complain much when I saw the sights unfolding before me.

Extinction.

Thousands of soldiers died at the Gateway. I did not accept those who surrendered. You do not show mercy to those who beg for their lives. You kill them all. “A great victory.” Azin mutters boldly. Even if he had killed alone, there were over two hundred. The Wall was annihilated by the Swordsman, and the Blacksmith was defeated and killed.

“That's why I can't even find the body of the rumored god. ”

Azin sighs and mutters. It was a groan. I knew him, but he didn't say anything. “I'll explore.” He shakes his head as he touches his chin.

“No, thank you. We have work to do right now. ”

A great victory on the Spell Plains. The destruction of the Passenger Gateway. But this is not Dara. Azin looks around.

“I'm sorry for the rumored Lord, but I can't help it. We can't wait. ”

Song nods. He looks dejected. In fact, it doesn't really matter, but as a disciple of the blood, we still send condolences to the gossip who died in vain. Perhaps Bloodmont will still be angry at me for this. It is natural to be angry because there is only one grandchild left, and we have not recovered the body.

I thought it was irrelevant. It was not just tragedy to think about it. Aside from the tragedy, most of the NPCs in the family here thought so. The Hallucinations are sick.I don't know when I'll die. In the meantime, even the only heir to the original one disappeared.

Then, who will be the portrait of the blood?

Who can make the blood gate stronger and taller than it is now?

He will be the doorbell. I looked at Azin's back and thought, Who else is the portrait of the blood? Even if blood water, hematopathology, and blood biopsy dragons come back to life, no one will be a doodle except the blood dragons. If the suitor does not delegate to him the position of the portrait,

If not, the swing swallows the saliva. You must be ten years younger than yourself. Nevertheless, Song admired Ajin's back. That kind of strength. Who wouldn't? At least those who have seen him defeat blood, will follow the command of pain rather than the lord of blood.

“Here.”

Azin opens his mouth. He stretches his feet forward.

“Proceed to the Gateway. ”

There were no objections to the order.

*

“I put in quite a bit of work. That's too bad.”

The girl grins. She smiles widely as she looks at the woman shuddering her legs. She's the wife of blood. “W-why... why are you doing this...?” The woman asked in a frightened voice. A woman who knows no man. She was a wife of an unmanned woman who did not learn shamanism, and held a brush rather than holding a sword. She was a quiet and wise wife to her husband and a loving and strict mother to her children.

That is,

He was a good man.

“It's no big deal. Because your father is dead. ”

You're a good person. The girl knew it, and it was hilariously easy to admit. He did not feel any guilt for his actions. Whether a woman is a good person or a bad person, what does that have to do with a girl? The girl smiles brightly with her blood on her hands. The woman giggles and hiccups. It's pretty good for an unmanned wife. “Are you so scared?” The girl glanced behind her back and asked.

A long trail of blood. Dead bodies lying around.

“Don't you think it'd be a problem if some useless talk leaked out? ”

The girl smiled widely. The woman's head is crushed. Seeing the body dripping with blood, the girl's mouth twitched with her tongue. The white hand slowly returned to its original color. The girl looks around, shaking her hands.

The disciples left in the doorway from the Circle of the Swordsman. Servants, servants, dishwashers. I didn't let any of them live. I killed them all.

“Too bad, very much. ”

The girl mumbled in a small voice for 15 years... but I can't help it. The girl smiled. She turns slowly. The first step into the midterm has failed, but you can inform the Heavenly Horse of its value. How happy would he be to hear that? The girl smiled brightly. I wish I could go back to Namhae right now.

Before that.

“We should formally say hello. ”

The girl smiles brightly as she puts her hands on the closed front door.

Queek.

The door is open.