Desire

The victor's mouth was blank. Blood flows from his side, but he doesn't think about caring for the wound. It's because of the radical provocation that pains me so much that I don't care about it.

“Puhaha!”

Unlike the victorious Earl, the other gods grabbed the ship and laughed. The one who laughed in particular was Shinak Yoo-ha. His big smile turned into music and shook the snow.

“Son of a bitch! ”

The monk's face turned red. The howling shout swallowed Yuharang's smile. The scattered snow feet evaporated in the air and the snow turned upside down.

“You have a big voice. ”

Azin mutters like that and stares at the winner. The blood on the victorious side has already stopped. The body that surpassed the human race was causing such a wound to heal in an instant.

“I'll kill you!”

The Apostle shouted. My hair was splattered in a seething color. It was evidence that the Shinhwan Mascot was operating in a polar manner. A shimmering glare flows from the eyes of the rising monk.

“Go ahead. ”

Ajin did not avoid the equal gaze of victory. Even the thousand-year-old's eyes, which killed hundreds of thousands, failed to atrophy. Ajin's life was quieter and more intimate than his victory. If the victor is a sword raised from the front, Azin's life is a memorize prepared for a gap.

The conquest crashed into the ground. The victor flew in front of Azin in an instant, waving his hand around the Sierran River. The space fluttered along the trajectory of the hand. The enormous power of the triumph distorts the space.

You confront him in front of you. He doesn't back down, but grabs the hand of the victor. Kuaaang! You hear a huge explosion. The snow has already stopped and the ground around it is shaking like crazy. In an attack of freshness that surpasses humans, azin is not pushed even a little.

Rather overwhelming, the Gene Thousand Shin Ball has expanded dramatically. It was my first time using the Gin Thousand Shin Gun as a pole. In the distorted space, all the pieces of flying air were covered in black. It was the power of the Heavenly Father who ruled all the ages of the world.

"This is ridiculous...! ’

The triumph swallows boiling blood from within. The brawl of pores and pores. The loss there was a triumph. A champion who has been training in the air for centuries has been pushed out of a frontal battle with Ajin.

And it was natural. If Ajin had done it in a normal way, he would never have been able to take advantage of the winner.

But Ajin is a player. Every shaman he uses is based on skill, and the player's growth speed is nothing compared to that of the NPC. Not only that. Ajin's internal air is the highest among players.

Shin Ji-man Jin, based on the turbulent inner air. The force that pushed the surrounding natural keepers into all the casters was not insufficient to make them laugh.

“You!”

He shouted that he did not know the number of times. Draw a large circle with both hands gathered in front of your chest. In the middle of the victorious chest, a blue moon appeared. Cheongwol-ha, the last day of the Shinwol Horseman. The blue fountain moon shot forward.

Looking at it, Ajin opens his hands. Walls, hyperbolic angles. I didn't need to use it. If a victorious organ is a technique, he can only deal with it like that. The black force gathered in front of Azin's hand became a tiny sphere.

The apocalypse of Jinshan Shrine unfolded. Slowly moving forward, the sphere sucks out all surroundings and is called its size. It was a black hole made of inner air. The thunderbolt hit Cheongwoldoha and the everlasting annihilation.

There is no explosion. The apocalypse has swallowed Chongwoldow like a snake swallowing its prey. His eyes opened wide.

“Oops..! ”

He takes a few steps back and continues to fire his strength. It's useless. The apocalypse devours everything it's made of. The strength that the monks shot increased the size of the apocalypse. The face of the victor was pale.

“Hehe!”

Eventually, he groaned and hit the ground, leaving the path of the apocalypse. Azin shakes his hand and wipes out the apocalypse, chasing the monk with his narrow eyes. The victor was moving at a super-speed that was impossible to visually detect.

Azin's eyes clearly saw the victorious movement. I hear Ajin's feet. The Thousand Horsemen took pictures of the land. Huff, and the conquering monk shouts. A huge weight presses down on the shoulder of the victor approaching Azin, moving at high speed.

“I don't know you. ”

Azin frowns and mutters, staring at the winning streak. Azin's hand slowly rises up. A black force wraps around Azin's hand.

“I don't know what you were 500 years ago. I don't care. But I do know one thing. If only you were the first Moorish to be unarmed, you'd be the worst.” Yes, you...! ”“ Old and well rested, only a woman and her pride remain. You're no match for me. Get on your knees and knees if you want to be treated like an old boss. I'll treat you to an old man in the back room. ”How dare you...!” How dare you? ”

Azin's eyes opened wide. A bright golden light erupts from Azin's eyes. Papa Paak! The black force that was spinning around Azin has been shot into hundreds of thousands of threads. His face turned white.

Thousands of threads of Black Male flesh restricted their victorious behavior. If you dare to move your body, you will quickly become minced meat. The monk swallows a gulp and looks at the pain. At this point, the other freshmen did not scoff. Even the frustrated face looks startled, and Devello forgets to speak.

“You're not the one to talk about it. ”

The Jinn Shrine affected all of Ajin's shamans. The black devil stands behind Azin's back. Even the Thousand Mountains were influenced by the Jinma Shrine. Ajin raises his hand slowly, standing behind the devil.

“It's not something an old man would have said 500 years ago. I am the current Muslim and sworn oath of Safa bloodline. You were the most expensive person 500 years ago, which means I am the most expensive person in this age. Five hundred years ago, you were a fraction of what I was made of. ”

Pow. The victor's jaw cracked. He wanted to argue, but couldn't argue with Azin's words. It was because of the enormous weight that was pressing against his shoulders.

“There's nothing fresh about it. ”

“Ugh...! ”

The victor's leg twists. His knee slows down slowly.

“That's enough. ”

The intervention was an undefeated success. He took a step forward and gave Ajin a glance. Azin's mouth twitches.

“First you're picking on me, and now you're pretending I'm wrong. Freshmen in the scent of the monastery stayed a long time. Is that all you got left to talk about?” “My child. The old curiosity just lifted my head.” “Don't call anyone stronger than you a child. ”

A smile disappears from Jinyang's face.

“I don't know what you're doing, but I'm a lousy sage. No, actually, it has nothing to do with sperm or saffron. It doesn't matter if you're who you were a few hundred years ago. That's what Moorish is all about. How strong are the artisans? This is the important world.” “.. so arrogant.” “Cocky? For me, this is natural. You're old, you blew up your name in the old Moors, like you saw me in the sewers and you talked to me. Unpleasant? Come if you're offended. ”

Azin saw the remaining freshness. Azin's gaze was not only seen by Jinyang and Victory, but also by Devello and Unsubordinated.

“All of you seem to be in balance.” Ah-ha-ha! ”

It was so frustrating to burst out a smile. He grabs his stomach and smiles with his head turned upside down. The other freshmen frowned and saw nothing. I laughed for a long time and shook my head shaking, shaking my breath while smiling.

“The Blood Witch has created a monster! ”

Jun-seop knows the previous pain. I know what it was like a few years ago, and how much power it had. Five years at the most. After five years, the epileptic growth confirmed was astonishing.

Devello wasn't playing in the Abbey either. Taunted by the Christian freshmen, Devello gained enough power to overcome the current lack of coercion. Nevertheless, when he compared Devello to Azin, he was certain that Devello could never defeat Azin.

“What kind of artisans have you trained?” That's a little wrong, Sword. I'm not just trained to do nothing. ”

Azin takes a step back. The pressure that was pressing the championship disappeared. The duchess takes a deep breath and sits down.

“While you were immersed in the world of slaughterhouses, I have seen this entire continent. I don't mean to laugh at you for underestimating your five years, but... maybe. I don't think your five years were worth more than mine.” “Clearly! ”

Jun-seop nodded his head and acknowledged him. Can't reach Devello's Black Azin. And no Jin-seop. Called the Sword, I completed the Heart Blade... but I didn't think it would kill him.

“... you said you could handle all five? ”

Legal Margarata asked in a quiet voice. He glanced at Azin with his opposite eyes, and Azin did not avoid Margarata's gaze.

“Would you like to try?”

Rather, Azin continued to provoke Margarata. Margarita's eyebrows twitch. A blade drops in front of Margarata, who's about to step forward. An intangible sword without its shape. It was a fearless sword.

“If you go, you die. ”

The seamless grimace grimaces and stares at the seaweed. Margarata understood what he was saying. If you go, you'll die. That doesn't mean that nothing kills the Margarata.

If you get close to him, he'll kill you.

“This place is already under his control. This is so... absurd. You mean to put space itself in control? ”

Mujin Seop looks around. There are no eyes. There is no white. Only dark colors are covering the surroundings.

“I've never heard of such a shameless existence. What are you, a shaman?" “Shinmu Jin of Mahishmati.” Bridge..! ”

The hemorrhagic cornerstone sounded surprised.

“I've seen the masons a few times. I've seen the Thousand Horse Necromancer, a few hundred years ago. But... the astronaut I knew wasn't this great.” That was a few hundred years ago. ”

Azin mumbled like that and ran the Shin Jin-man. Fatztsu... Lives in the river that surrounds Azin. It soon became a huge force to erase everything in the world. It was a prophecy that the last of the horrors of the Jinn Shrine would be ready to die.

“I don't know who the Heavenly Horse was a few hundred years ago, but he didn't complete the Jinn Shrine. ”

And so it is with the thousand who died by Ajin. The only misconception he ever used was the apocalypse. The Black Male Flesh and Life Extinction used by Ajin are areas where Heaven has not yet reached.

“But I'm done. ”

The earth begins to clear.

“That's the difference. ”