Desire

There were no followers. They stood against 80,000 troops, but Azin did not need help. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. It is possible enough,. I was just so sure.

Azin passes through the gates, but the gates are not closed. Azin told me not to close. Inside the gate, a large crowd stands with a white frozen face. They stared at the distant back of Azin and an army of 80,000 Imperial Iron Cavalry, even farther away.

For ordinary people, there is common sense. The majority of the oceans left on the wall to this day also had common sense. They don't know nothing. Although they are vague, few are directly trained in the art of shameless labor.

They don't know pain. The High Priestess of the Church. Even if they heard the rumors, they don't know how powerful Ajin is. The strength of the azin they know is just enough to break down the wall with their hands and rebuild the wall with their hands.

Common sense limits the limits of thinking. Because they don't know. It's limited to common sense. I don't know how powerful Azin is. They don't believe in him. Azin shakes their common sense by knocking down the wall with one hand and rebuilding it. With very, very little faith, the people of the Wall remained in the city.

I needed to convince him. The first emperor of Jinsun settled the odds and established a unified nation. Thousands of years later, the ancestors of Jinjin became gods to the advanced.

Azin had to become one of those things. I started from scratch with the wrong button. He became the architect and the bishop of the Church. To fix a bad start like that,

I had to show him something overwhelming that I couldn't even think about.

Ajin's steps are too late. Every time Azin walks forward, black darkness spreads widely behind his back. The commander, who saw Azin coming from afar, swallowed a gulp.

I know it's not going to come as a favor. If it is to send an envoy, there is no need for the monster, the Emperor, to come himself. Such blatant, revealing power, showing off. I don't need to come.

“Do you want to fight? ”

The General looked unreliable. Turn the telescope around and look at the open gate. The crowds were not the soldiers following the Heavenly Horse, but the nuns on the wall in shabby clothes.

“... No way. This is an army of eight thousand. ”

The deputy responded with a stiff voice. They weren't the only ones. All the iron cavalry in the lead shared their disbelief. They were also self-taught, so they know what the blood borne blood- or martyrdom's power is. Mythical Autonomous. I don't know how this war will end, but whatever the outcome...

‘That man will live in history. ’

So, should I respect him? The commander cleared my mind of the moment. Regardless of status, identity or background. If I hadn't faced Thousand Horses in this form... the commander would have respected that man, purely as an unmanned man. But not now. This is the battlefield and the enemy is the leader.

“Pick me up. ”

The commander says he reaches out to his deputy. The deputy gave the helm in his hand to the commander.

“Even if you have mythical powers, you are human after all.... one and 80,000. Is that something you need to think about? ”

The general was also a man of such common sense. So did the deputy, and the army behind them, 80,000 men. The deputy raises the horn.

The army moves. The sound of tens of thousands of metal creaking in unison. The hoofbeats of horses, the hoofbeats, the screeching of barnacles. Steelmen wrapped around their whole body raise their long spears forward.

Azin sees an army moving. If he wanted to, he could run right in front of them. It won't take long to do it. It won't take five seconds.

But he didn't. He walked slowly. So that the walled nuns behind the gate can see their backs. Let the cavalry get ready as they see themselves approaching.

The armored cavalry moves in a chaotic fashion. They were a well-coordinated army, and it didn't take very long to make progress in a raid. The commander in the helmet raised the long spear high. Behind him, the Iron Cavalry's flag rises high, and the deputy bites the horn.

“Charge!”

The roar that carried the inner sanctuary shook the earth as it became lions. Soon, the heavily armed horses run into an earthquake. No shouting, but not quiet. Such a rush approaches towards Azin.

Ajin sees 80,000 troops approaching him. It was... spectacular enough. There's an army in everything you can see. Horses in black barding spit out their rough breaths and reach forward at the iron cavalry mounted on top. Under the helmet it is pressed, the eyes of demons who are dull and skilled in battle glow.

Even a skilled artisan, if you keep that in front of your eyes, you will only feel fear. But Azin did not feel any fear. He walks on and on, and every time he walks, the black packaging that he wears flutters. On the black cloth I drew dragons in gold embroidery. I wrote down the letters of the bridge. It was made with the advice of Raw Snow scent. In the world that she lived in, the monks of all time wore these clothes.

‘So, what do we do? ’

How to fight an army that size. It was a tremendous concern, not because it was impossible, but because there were too many ways to do it. It will be based on the Gene Emperor. We slaughter them with a heavy force. Or are you going to use a wallpaper-based dowelling technique against me? Or... should I just use the Dark Worship from the beginning to summon the Black Forest?

We need to show them something overwhelming. To the inhabitants of the Wall. To the Iron Cavalry coming this way. And to the Emperor of the Imperial Court.

The Walled Villagers don't know about Azin. The Iron Cavalry is coming this way, and so is the Emperor Hyundai. So will LaQuiz. So will the army of Siolence.

They don't know a thousand words.

Kuaaaaaa! Darkness echoes around Azin. The Forge is perfect for showing the overwhelming. First... I'll take the lead against the strongmen. The Natural Keeper infected by the Genesis Shrine has become dark and agitated. Originally, the master master master of Jin-Ma Shrine was a shaman like this. I am not attached to my internal affairs. Depending on competency and achievement. You can handle a Nature Keeper all you want.

To it, azine grafted a nonpolar azine. Back in the day, when I fought Devello in the snow. The Jinn Shrine used by Azin was cut down by Devello's sword.

But not now. I was carrying a baby on the Gin Shrine. To put it simply, it was the same as Devello's sword, which had then been slaughtered by the Jinn Shrine - held in the darkness that Azin wielded.

Azin's hand extends in front of him. A dark hand gathers behind Ajin's back. The darkness shifts, twisting, and a sphere is formed. Kuku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku? It sounds as if a monster is stirring up in the depths of hell. More, more, more. Sphere changes greatly.

Already the level of Shin Jing's martial arts has surpassed that of the stellar horse who led the bridge that had been preached in the past. Not only that, more so than when you used the Lost Shrine Against the Greenness. More than when Devello killed him.

It's not unmanned. It's just a copy of an unmanned person. Azin saves him, and starts fresh in the monastery. When Noya saw Ajin, she died, not a genius. Ajin also saved him.

Azin was not a genius. It was unusual, but compared to a real genius like Devello, it was inevitable. I realized him.

Ajin.

‘It doesn't matter.'

You don't have to be a genius. Even if you weren't a genius, this is how it is now. I stopped doubting and self-reliance. It's not like it used to be. It's not like you only knew it yourself.

Jinshan Shingong Oh's extinction.

Kuaaaa! The sphere moves forward. It was large enough to reach the size of the Wall Gate. It's not just big things. The moving sphere of darkness sucked up everything and inflated even more in size. The marching members of the Iron Cavalry look pale.

“Evade!”

The commander shouted. Mixes the sound of lions and horns. The army that was running in a straight line in the form of a spear splits. A split army tries to evade the apocalypse.

But it didn't work out the way I thought. The iron horsemen twisting their horses scream in panic to avoid the innermost reaches of the Apocalypse. The horse's legs wiggle and begin to be forcibly drawn into the darkness. The fast-acting ones leap up, abandoning their horses, but they are also meaningless.

“Shhhhh!”

Scream. Scream. The jumpers rush into the air and are dragged into the darkness. Azin's extinction was a black hole itself. There's nothing in there. The only thing in there... is the Dark Lord of Gene. Even if it thickens the self-defense, it won't last long if it's sucked into there. There are no bodies left. I'll be damned. It was none of his business.

“You're responsive. ”

I thought it might be too late to respond after eight thousand. It is well trained. That must be the real army. Ajin starts walking again with a bloody smile. Even though the apocalypse was shot, Azin was not even a little tired. The aphrodisiac assists in all the azines cooked by the azin, and azine is not exhausted by the characteristics of the azine septum no matter how hard it is used.

The Gin Shrine Ball spreads more widely. The widespread tip of darkness splits apart. It became a thin thread. The blowing winds stiffen the threads.

Black Male, Shingong Ohi Jin.

Pabababak! Thousands of threads were shot. The Iron Cavalry was overwhelmed by the aftermath of the apocalypse. They hurriedly raise their self-defenses and pick up the shield they left on the horse's side.

“Cough!”

Painful groaning erupts from everywhere. The thousand-stranded black cuts from Azin pierced thousands of hearts, as Azin had hoped. His knee was slightly bent.

Asin leaps up, slowly moving his feet and walking in the air. Armageddon and black magic. These two were shown by Azin to be enough to stop the Iron Cavalry's advance. The commander stares blankly at the pain falling from the air. I didn't even know what was going on. It wasn't a direct collision yet. And yet... how long has he been dead?

Darkness extends widely behind the falling back of the azin. It is a fragment of strength that has been compressed to a high concentration and turned into fine particles. Following behind the falling azine, it looked like wings.

Jinshan Shingong Oh's death.

The wings fall down at the same time as Azin touches the ground. The iron soldiers who touched the grain of strength disappeared without even screaming. The place where Ajin fell was the center of the Iron Cavalry. Hundreds of Iron Cavalries around Ajin disappeared without even realizing my death.

“Hmm.”

Azin raises his body, shrugging around. There are still tens of thousands of reinforcements left, and they surround Sijin with fear and loyalty to his role. Azin shrugs, smiling bloody.

“Will you surrender?”

“What... nonsense...! ”

It was a double meaning. It was the answer to Azin's question, and it was a shock of Azin's innocence. Azin nods.

“Of course. I didn't mean to spare your lives, even if I surrendered." ”

Jin, who was hanging around behind Ajin's back, wraps around him. It soon became self-defensive and covered the entire body of Azin. In the transparent darkness, he smiles, flashing golden eyes.

“Do you know who the script is? ”

“... You're welcome. ”

“That's right."

Azin laughs.

“Every thousand copies. ”

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