Desire

Number one, this cannot be a fundamental solution. Fear alone is impossible to complete oppression unless it gives you overwhelming terror. Blood blindness is not yet feasible for a sectarian Muslim. The sect is heavily blind and the bloodline is heavily blind. Even though the Muslim blind expressed their condolences about this matter, it was also for that reason that they did not strongly oppose the observation of the bloodline. For them, it would have been a snoring without touching their hands. That was enough for each other. As a Nazirite, the bloodthirsty blindness pressed down on the small factions' fissures with adequate fear, except for the Muslim leader. The Safar hordes who had been harmed by them expressed their deepest gratitude for the actions of the bloodthirsty.

Secondly, bloodthirsty people don't have to solve this thing completely. The ideal location for them to take was moderate coordination. Maintaining a relationship with the Muslim blind but without hostility. Establishing a position as a Safa coalition for Safa UAVs. That's enough. Not an ongoing alliance. It's just an alliance until the end of the war against the martyrs.

Number three.

A humble twin has emerged.

“What?"

Azin rises up, furious. I don't know if this is true or not, but it was said that two people claiming to be hypocrites came to the front gate of the bloodline at one of the castles of the elderly Muslim blind, not the northern bloodlines. The man pulls out his horse, wincing at the violent reaction of Azin. We were talking to salt horses about this, and we never imagined that the underwater twins would appear. Azin quickly turns his head to look at the salt. The face of the salt is as firm as a sore one.

“Where are they? ”

“Y-yeah, just wait downstairs for confirmation.”

I didn't listen to the end. Ajin jumps to his feet. The face of the salt stood up a little later. “It's embarrassing,” Salt sighs. He makes a loud noise and approaches the window. He pulled his head straight out and looked down.

“What's embarrassing? ”

“Well, that's...”

The salt didn't finish the sentence. He swallows a gulp and scratches his head as if it were embarrassing. Eventually, he sighed low. “If you can't see it, understand it.” Salt said so, stepping off a rail.

“Can you follow me? ”

“Enough.”

Salt asked, and Azin answered. Salt drops down the rail as if it knew it would. As he sees him go down, Azin throws down the railing. The salt that had fallen down opened the heavenly sanctuary as it stepped on the air, and Azin slowly lifted the air and followed him. It was a moment when Salt's feet were about to touch the ground.

“Gwang-ho!”

Burk, someone's yelling. Asin stops falling to the floor. It was a familiar name. I'm sure...

“You've grown so much! ”

Kwak 'jik! The body of the salty horse, which had just fallen to the ground, flew into the sky. Azin's mouth opened unknowingly. Kwa-dang! The salt frowns and coughs on the ground. A wedge! The dust oil has been pierced. Queek! The salt pulls up quickly and wraps its arms around its chest, but blood spills out of its mouth as it cannot fully take the shock.

“Cough!”

Kwadantang! The salt rolls again. Azin, standing on the ground, looks down at the salt spewing blood with frightening eyes. Azin's head slowly turned back. Azin looks at the frowny man and swallows his breath.

The man had no arms. The sleeve only flutters and there is nothing in it. He turns his head to the side and spits. His face belonged to a young man, as opposed to a full-grown gray hair.

“Hey, Gwang-ho. Just standing in front of the elders, okay? You're doing great. ”

A man approaches with a loud voice. Azin met the eye of another man standing behind him. His hair was also gray, but his face was less wrinkled. Azin's face hardened once again. If the man in front didn't have both arms, the man in back didn't have two legs. Instead, he was wearing crutches on both armpits, and the appearance of walking on that topic did not waver a bit.

‘Ah.'

Later, I realized what the man without both arms used to say. It was definitely the real name of the Salt Lord. The frown rises up, looking at the man who was staring at him, and his face turns white.

“I'm sorry. To see you..."

“You're late, dog! ”

Burk, the man with no arms shouts. Azin's eyes are wide open. The man's waist twists and the sleeves without arms flutter sharply. The sleeve was not moving. A one-way ticket has been opened. Knng! The salt body flew back with a loud sound enough to make the sky ring. The salt barely opened its mouth and vomited blood. Seeing that, the man's eyebrows twitched.

“Hey, you've really grown a lot. Stop it? You can't do that. ”

“Now, wait...! ”

Pain rushed in. He gazes at the unarmed man and swallows. Even without both arms, he just gave up a ticket. And it was more powerful than Azin giving it his all. His reaction to the salt and all that he did was convince him.

That man is one of the world's worst.

“Hey, big guy's here to see you.”

“What are you stopping me for? ”

Thousands of eyes narrowed. He remains motionless, but Azin retreats back, fearful of the imperfect pressure. When I saw his appearance, my eyebrows fell out. “Feels good?” He mumbles so loudly and walks forward. The surge of energy intensifies. Azin struggled with the grinding of his teeth. You hear a rumbling sound coming from your body. Azin remembers the thousand horses and the smell of raw snow. The intensity of the outburst was not significantly worse than those of them.

“Knock it off.”

It was a tingling sound, a crutch. He's probably serious. Azin honestly couldn't understand. He was a famous figure with his fists, and the seriousness was a famous figure with various methods. They both appear to have lost both their limbs and their arms, which were used as organs.

"Why would a man without a job..."

Ajin gazes at the truth while swallowing his gulp. The sinister tremor that came over the crutch saw the diaphragm azine and the salt that was swallowing blood behind it. The seriousness ignores the pain and opens its mouth.

“It's been a long time, Gwang-ho. ”

“I... I'm seeing you.”

He said in a damp voice. Salt, Safa's greatest master, the crest of the crescent, the Blood Beast, knelt down and bowed his head. The people who were looking at this side were startled by the sudden commotion. However, it seemed that it was natural. The seriousness was as if the anger had not been released yet, and I spit it out as if it was pathetic.

“You like catching little kids and bickering? ”

“You're making me nervous! And I've endured it a lot. If the elders come, they'll take you right in.They 're arrogant. Please wait here. If he had a temper, he would have destroyed that nice castle in one fell swoop. ”

A thousand times, I could feel that it wasn't false. The truth kicks his tongue, and he looks at the writhing salt.

“As you can see, I'm not feeling well, so I'd like to go sit down somewhere. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

The salt rushes in, trying to boost the seriousness. “What are you doing, dog?” A thousand of them died. The salt paused and looked at the seriousness, and as if the seriousness didn't matter, it flew over the salt as if it didn't matter.

“Where can I go? ”

Seriously, Salt hesitates and leads them to the sperm in the backyard. “I'm thirsty. I need you to dress me up a bit.” The comfortably seated one said, and the real one sat next to the comfortably seated one, putting down his crutch and floating. The salt and azin sitting in front of them swallowed. Soon after, the prize rose. Salt kneels down and picks up the bottle.

“Ha... I'll raise a glass. ”

“Great. We've got a lot of geeks, so we can raise our liquor. I didn't know anything like this before. ”

He giggled and held out his cup. A bowl floats up in front of the salt. It was a perfect suppository. Salt swallows and pours liquor into his cup. The glass that came to my mind while I was full was not even frozen.

“... your arms and your legs...”

“Who can cut off our limbs? We cut it ourselves. ”

Sincerely, he looks down at the golden liquor filled with glasses.

“I settled in a proper cave and carried out my duty-free labor. I couldn't do it anymore. So I cut it off. I didn't think I needed to if I couldn't get through the wall. Thousands of arms, I have legs. All we know how to do is punch and kick, and we throw it away ourselves. And then something desperate happened. When I woke up, I got used to it, and I didn't have any arms and legs, but I didn't feel any discomfort. ”

Serious laughs as he says so. Salt looks at them with admiration, and Azin looks at them with a subtle face. What they did was a gamble. A gamble to be an idiot who can't even spread his balls if he can't get through walls. And they succeeded.

Successfully, they were here.

“Who are you? ”

I opened my mouth while looking at the pain. Azin opens his mouth carefully, taking his gaze.

“.. is called the Blind Man of the Bloodline and Azin, who is in charge of the Bloodline Door. ”

“You're the one who saw the thousand horses. ”

Serious opened his mouth. He smiled and took the cup to his lips. Azin stares at them silently. The underwater twins that have been searching so hard have come here, and Azin has seen some hope in them. At least those two have less power than that monster.

“You're pretty good. ”

A thousand mutters. He takes the glass to his lips, lifted by the heavy hitters. When he poured out his drink, he put out his drink to the aching side again.

“Have a drink, too. ”

Ajin grabs the bottle politely and pours it into his cup. The seriousness opened its mouth again, looking at the appearance of that azin.

“Why do you think we're here? ”

“.. they spread the word that they were looking for you all over the jungle. So...”

“I've come to wonder which one of you dares to find us. ”

Seriously, I cut him off. He narrows his eyes as he looks at Ajin's face.

“He said it was you. ”

Azin's expression was slightly stiff. “Don't overflow.” Thousands have said. Azin quickly stopped the bottle from leaning. Serious gives out a drink. Ajin swallows a gulp and pours a drink into the cup of truth.

“I dared to call you, and you came. You will have to take responsibility for it. ”

The truth is, Azin bows his head deeply. “.. of course I will.” Azin remembers the image of a thousand pounds of salt. The salt was so grumpy about them both. Azin also agreed with his opinions.

“It has nothing to do with martyrdom or 1,000 words. We thought we'd done our job, and now we're targeting the last of the craters. ”

“.. Yes? ”

Ajin stopped stiffening.

“The folk lamp. If you saw the end of the world, you should see the end of humanity. It has long been a question of whether humans can be fresh and alive. I'm trying to do it myself, but someone's looking for us. To get to freshness, we had to break our ties with the fast track. But the speed bump found us. ”

The sincere mutters.

“Is it worth calling us out to be forgotten? If not, you take responsibility for him. ”

Serious raised his glass.

“With your life. ”