Desire

Thousands opened their eyes. He rises slowly. A week after killing the Hannam Clan. I thought it was time to leave. No one is coming to raid, and Moorish must be prepared in his own way. It would be nice to climb up and face the punishment. I thought today was the last time I slept in the Hannam.

Thousand horses look around. The tense faces of the people are killing their breath. The Four Heavenly Patriarchs, the Ten Lords and their Commandments. CheonMa grinned and grabbed her jewelry.

“My Lady.”

The faithful summons him. It's okay to raise your hand. "He said,“ He's a respectful guest. ”Thousands of horses muttered. The energy calling out to him was enormous and sharp, but polite. It was just a simple summons, not ignorant hostilities. Thousands smiled thinly. My chest started to beat a little. Something that excited him this much for a long time.

The dead body is past the Hannam training ground. A thousand martyrs followed behind them. “Don't come.” Thousand Horses opened their mouths. Everyone stopped saying that. The caterpillar swallowed a gulp.

“But...”

“Do not come. ”

Thousands do not turn their heads. But the words he spit were heavy and big, and no one could argue with him. The fillet eventually shut up. He looked up at the sky with his backpack. The moon was beautiful.

The thousand horses lightly plunged into the ground. The Thousand Horses disappeared. Thousand horses climb over the wall and over the cliff. He lightly stepped down onto the wet sand beach. Thousand horses looked at the sea in their backpacks.

“Who are you?”

Thousand asked. After that, Thousand opened their eyes to the man standing like an iron tower on the other side of the sand. He was a man with a hairless bald head, thick dark eyebrows and a bruised beard. The height of a fist is over seven cubits, the shoulders flared, and the size of a cauldron. Thousand horses smile low, looking at the man's face.

The man who was gazed at by Thousand Horses bowed his head and took charge. At the same time, the sand in front of him split and made letters. ‘The King of the Silent Blossoms.' When he saw the stars rising on the sand, he lowered his smile.

“The king of silence. A worthy star. ”

Thousand horses muttered and looked at the king of the silence. He stares at the stellar horse, posturing someday. Fight. Kill? I don't know. I didn't know who the king of silence was in the first place. But as you can see from the stars, the king of Silence was mute. We didn't know whether they were simply silencers or congenital or acquired disabilities. He slowly raised his hand.

I was purely curious, leaving the question of who the opponent was. Boiling at the same time was a battle cry and curiosity. It's been a long time since I felt this irritated. Thousands smiled thinly.

“Is that what you say? A cause buried in the open night. The Hidden Anthem Master. ”

The silent king did not answer. “I shouldn't have asked.” Thousand horses clap their hands like that. Come on. You don't have to tell me. You don't need to say that to an unarmed person.

The king of Silence moves. Even though he was a beggar, he was quick and agile. The Heavenly Horse's feet move. Paaaak! The sand rises high and the ground shakes. The king of Myungcheol cut the ground with his thick legs and big feet. Kuaang! As the sand recedes, the shock spreads widely. The slightly flown horse twists its waist and wiggles its feet. Queek! A foot swung by a thousand horses was inserted into the king of Silence.

This is...

The thousand eyes narrowed. He turns around with a foot in the neck of the silent iron king. Queek! The heel you cut down is stuck in the crown of the king of the silent iron. This is definitely an attack that goes into place, but it was like tapping iron. No, it's not iron. The Heavenly Horse's body is strong enough to be torn like a sheet of steel.

Is that so? No, more than that. Thousand horses push their bodies back. Opening the street, he glances down his legs. Then I looked at the silent, silent king.

“Oh.”

He raises his hand with low awe. The strength of Zachman is young in his hands. Thousands waved lightly, and the young strength in his body stretched like a flicker. Paang! A mighty whip flew through the thousand horses' hands. Queek! The figure of the Monkey King twisted slightly to the side. But there was still no wound on his body. The thousand horses continued to wave their hands, smiling strangely. The storm surge knocks on the king's body. His clothes were scattered, but his body was unharmed. Rather, he pushed forward, being struck by strength. Looking at the King of Silence, the thousand eyes opened their eyes.

‘Extreme exterior. ’

It's unbelievably sturdy. Purely without self-defense, the training of the flesh alone is holding them back. He was suspicious of the Monkey King. Those who reach peaks in one area deserve to be respected. Thousand horses gained strength.

“I apologize for trying to test you with a joke. ”

Thousand horses roll up their sleeves saying so. He takes a step and smiles at the king of the silence. The black energy enveloped the thousand horses. Seeing such a thousand words, the king of Myungcheol raised his fist. The thousand horses bend their knees.

The sand evaporates and the sea rises up. There were dozens of quick fists, and no one stepped back. The absolute iron ingot of the Silent Iron King repelled the thousand horses' attacks, but his fists never touched the thousand horses' bodies. Unilateral attack. The body of the Silent King was the world's greatest shield, but he didn't have a spear that could pierce everything. The body of the Monkey King began to push back gradually.

‘Hard.’

In a flash of light, the thousand horses thought. His fists and feet move in a variety of ways, as if he had each other's will. The silent iron king's counterattack was filtered before it could reach him. Rather, Thousands of attacks have been planted in the midst of the attack. He clenched his fist a little more firmly.

Destroyer. Thousand horses attack faster. As soon as possible, his attack becomes heavy. Several scattered attacks focused on one place. Thousand horses aimed for the left breast of the Silent King. The Pokémon is focused on the attack. The body of the Monkey King continued to push back. He swallows a big breath and wiggles a big hand. Kuaaang! His work splits the sea in two. Thousand horses, unbroken. He was fast and strong, and as light as a feather. The bent body rebounds and sticks a note in the left chest of the Monkey King.

The Master has become a fist. His fist quickly became a ledger and then went up to his elbow. Hit him with the shoulder once, turn around and elbow, fist, and palm of the other arm. It continued. The Silent Iron King's assault. He cuts through the seas, shaking the ground like an earthquake. In all that, the thousand horses were ravaged. And then...

Qajik.

The Silent King's body was crushed. The surrounding sand evaporated and the floor was visible and the sea was pushed away. Thousand horses pulled out the fist that was embedded in the body of the Silent Iron King. For the first time, there has been a proper attack. Thousand horses looked down at the heart of the silent iron king in their hands. His heart was still beating vigorously, and he looked at the king of Myungchul as if he was sorry.

The King of Myungchul was amazed. He chuckles, puckering and grinning at his bloodied lips. He bows as he takes up arms. Leaning back, blood spills out like a waterfall in the left chest. He gave back his heart, looking at the king of silence. The king of Myungchul burst his heart with his bare hands.

“Excellent.”

Thousand words stopped. He looked at the King of Silence with a surprised look on his face. In front of him, the wound in the silent iron king's heart was fading. A pierced heart filled and plucked from its original place. The blood flowing through the thumping noise stops. Myungcheol turned his head in a deep crouch. It was the moment I wanted to ask you. The king of Myungcheol left the land. I could chase enough, but not 1,000 horses. He looks at the wreckage of his heart falling on the floor, surprised. The trail remains there. The broken heart, the blood.

Thousand horses raise their hands.

His hands were still wet with blood.

*

The gates of Wujing Blind have opened. Five hundred blood dragon squads, including azin, and the Churrhosis Swordsman, walked through the open gate and into the limo blind. Ajin feels the fierce gaze that pierces him. The blood blind alliance, the Safa, came into the midst of the blind. It is unprecedented that so many unmanned safaris have come into the sect since the Black and White Festival, which was once every decade.

“You've come a long way. ”

It was Jegalyeon who came out to meet me. Azin smiles at her. “You didn't come.” That's what Ajin said, and he got off the horse. He tugs at the top of his tongue.

“That's why the script came in person. ”

“.. yet your blind opinions...”

“That's not the whole story. What do you think of bloodlines in blindness? It has nothing to do with why they came here. ”

Azin said so and looked up. He looks at the tall mosquito buildings, and he looks around. There were a lot of people gathered. The destruction of the Hannam Clan, pronounced by Mahishmati. It is because of him that the power of the sects of the jungle is gathering blindly.

“Should the story be shared with you? ”

Ajin asked. In that question, Jegal-yeon paused and shook her head. “No. I was just passing through...” Jegalyeon smiles low.

“Then that's a relief. I came all this way for an example, but I don't think you'd be a little upset if you met the throne again. ”

“.. that won't happen. ”

“Then act accordingly. ”

Azin tugs at the top. As he pulls the strings, the horse walks forward. Azin speeds up the pace of the horse and releases the rope. The horse that was walking approached Jegal-yeon.

“Get the horse. ”

Jegal Yoo-yeon reached out and grabbed hold. Her lips were a little puffy. Ajin was a horse.

“Lead us. Will you continue to leave your distant guests here? ”

“.. I'll show you. ”

Jaegal-yeon bowed her head and said. I can feel the hostility building up sharply. Those who see this place reveal an uncomfortable plant. I didn't care. Ajin followed behind Jegalyeon, carrying a backpack.

“I'd like to see the oath. ”

“... and I'll put it up. ”

Jaegal-yeon said. Ajin looked behind her and asked.

“Do you think the script is fanatical? ”

Jegalyeon did not answer. Asin laughs low at her silence. “Even if I think about it, it's not too much. The script is misunderstood,” he said with a smile.

“But, my lord. The center is the blind man of the bloodline. This is the center of the blind. ”

Azin looked up. He narrowed his eyes as he drew the tall, splendid building on top of it.

“Bowing your head means a lot of things. ”

Azin shrunk in a low voice.

“So the point must be misunderstood. And don't ignore the disrespect and blasphemy. The point here is the Bloodline itself. ”

A red aura emanates from Azin's body. He speaks freely.

“So, right now. Speak to those who seek the throne. If you continue to be rude, I'll pull out your eyes. ”

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I've been asked to delete the controversial comments in Chapter 1, but, um... should I delete them? I thought it was an evaluation.