Godless Birth

“Fig., I will return. ”

The air of the battlefield sank to the ground in an unbelievable urgency that came from the mouth of a beast called the King of Men.

But no one denied the word of the Beast King.

It was because they were all thinking like they couldn't get it out of their mouths.

“Not possible.”

In a cold word, the whole body of King Yao was drenched with sweat and his body trembled with tension.

The Pokémon doesn't seem to be able to communicate.

No, it was a situation that did not need to be discussed in the first place.

Because he did it.

He also never spared his enemies.

I never wondered what the enemy had to say.

‘Karma……

“If only the sleepy little rodents, who could turn their backs on me, would come after my land.

For what it's worth. ”

If I'd known there was a monster like this, I wouldn't have even looked at the middleman.

Regret was too late.

It didn't seem like he was going to let that monster live.

“Do something about it.”

The beast king faced a cool gaze that did not even give him the feeling of the words, and watched the man's tail go up and tremble in horror.

“It's the only mercy I can give you. It's not funny just to slice it. ”

The Beast King rolled his fists and stared at the target with bloodshot eyes.

"My actions..."

It was not arrogance or mania.

That's like absolute fun.

He didn't threaten us at all.

The thing about self-esteem is I don't think I can do anything about it.

But there was no choice.

The choice was death and there was only a difference in ways.

Do you accept death without doing anything, or do you try and die just like he said?

“Damn it."

Ugh!

The Beast King rises from his seat with his teeth clenched.

“Come, I'll show you. ”

To be honest, there's no hope for anyone else to work together to fight back.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the people who are still in Nam to leave a scar?

Along with the king of the beast, the other UAVs and the other UAVs rose together.

“I will carve our mark on your body! Ahhhh!”

Lim Woo exclaimed at the people who were coming and said, "Do whatever you can."

“Does battling give you strength that you didn't have? ”

Suddenly, the Limited Liaison had a Black Dragon Sword pulled from his inventory.

You draw a beautiful arc line towards the stranded unaided, strong-willed black dragon swords.

There was no sound like a ripping air.

It was a perfect silence that heard no sound.

However, the entire passage of the Black Dragon Sword seems to have been cut off, and the runners fall down and blood spreads around the area.

As soon as the blood mist rose, the fists of the Beast King gathered as if the blood mist had been sucked into them, and the Beast King swung his fist at the right limit.

Phew!

The space rumbled and tremendous noise erupted, but the fist did not reach the limited right and the limited head was easily avoided with a slight pinch.

Then swiftly draw the Black Dragon Sword.

Screaming!

Whoever the Beast King is.

He was the absolute man of Mankind.

And so his body became unyielding.

The scene that took place from side to side on light cutting was enough to frighten everyone who was watching.

The chapter that created such nonsense was moving like nothing great, and the next scene was in a series of similar scenes.

The head grabs hold of the squatters who were about to run out and join.

It was because the horn was ringing in his brain that he would be swept away and die.

In fact, Jungwoo's unauthorized people are called the Golden Age.

You think you're just gonna have to hold out.

It was because they fought equally against the outsiders, even though the Muslim rabble and the riot in the world had been exhausted.

However, if I was weak, I was not as I was.

The Buddhist monks and the Great Depression were the absolutes who ruled the river for a long time, and everyone saw that the force was still intact in this war.

The outsiders who fought against such Muslim brutality and turmoil were strong.

However, the eyes of such outsiders were being oppressed to the point of gold sympathy.

The practical and self-defeating movement created by the experience of the Limited Woo was completely specialized in the slaughter, as if it were a disciplinary discipline that was destroying the opponent, and he alone dominated the battlefield relentlessly.

Especially, the word "art" was lacking in demon-like gestures that seemed to know everything.

That was the only person doing what all the unaccompanied rangers couldn't.

Everyone swallowed their breath in an unbelievable sight.

Dimensions were different.

It was a continuous situation that was hard to believe even though I was seeing it with my own eyes.

The Ice Archer's head was rising in the air.

He was an ice bowman.

But how can such a humble and vain death be declared?

Can he do that? Do you think he can do that?

In the meantime, most of the unaccompanied members of the Central Assembly have faced limited measures, and did not have many opportunities to face or appreciate their skills.

Even though I nodded my head to the rumors, there were not many people who were jealous inside.

I heard that the young man was fortunate enough to play the role because he had been practiced without employment for less than a few years, and he suggested that he met the master well.

I have won the mind by trying to remove the peculiarity and glamour that I feel in the name of confinement.

But what difference does this absurd talent make?

I couldn't even say absurd.

I didn't think heaven and earth could cover that gap.

The deprivation I felt against him was luxurious and the confinement was real.

It was glorious to be on the battlefield together.

Look at it now.

What about the unmanned outsiders who beat themselves up.

I feel sorry for you.

The onslaught was literally just an onslaught, and the attack had not even touched the flag of the restricted rainbow.

The limited rains were still overwhelmed, wielding their swords with steady breathing.

The expressions of the outsiders looking at the fighter were stiffened by helplessness and humiliation, and their eyes were filled with horror.

What if Han Se Ga, who was not a birdman, had an enemy?

They wouldn't be any different from them.

C.

That's why I was afraid.

‘Is it really a person? ’

She eats and sleeps like we do.

I was afraid to watch him fight.

It seemed more plausible to call him a god.

Suddenly, everyone's brain reminded me of what Jegal-hyun, who was the prime minister of Hanssi Sega and Jegal-see, who was the owner of the rental house.

The word "God who came to pay the tax" was considered to be the chief to inform the status of Hans Segar.

At the same time, the scene that was opened in front of my eyes was never seen as an exaggeration.

The rumor that I thought was the chief was actually reduced.

Honestly, I felt a lot of things when I saw the unaccompanied Chinese fighting.

Han Se is different from the unmanned.

As if they were not afraid of getting hurt at all, Hanssega's unhesitant UAVs were aggressive and sharp together.

I get it now.

How did you see that move?

Gear L had pride and firm belief in the household, and Gear L was only allowed to move among the unmanned people of Hans Sega.

“Phenomenal……

The star, which was so misunderstood and could not be summoned, was now flowing from the mouths of the unmanned, not the Saints.

“Never pretend. ”

It was terrible to imagine that the slow blade was pointing.

“Now I'm going to tie my head to a minor unmanned Hanssega. ”

* * *

Cheongmujin gladly smiled at the middle-aged athletes looking at his disciples.

In the meantime, how much weight has been placed on his disciples' shoulders.

For the peace of Kangho, I had hoped that the disciple who was born with a thousand people would not surrender to fate.

However, the burden that the disciple felt was unimaginable, so I just had to cheer with my heart.

But now it's come to reality.

The disciple became the first to become a middleman, just before he put the middleman under his feet.

“You've grown.”

The pilgrims were bowing down, admitting that they were disciples. The disciple's actions are unmanned.

He knew exactly how to handle it.

That was fear.

Unmanned people often say that they are fearless and have high self-esteem, but they are wrong.

I felt a lot better about fear because I was unmanned.

The fear that had begun to sprout was this uncontrollable growing, and it was never easy to give up the object of the imprinted fear.

That's why I was delighted in front of the war.

It was almost time to put down the burden that was full of his disciples' shoulders.

“Rule.”

The depression was also looking at Lim Wu with eyes as satisfied as the Moorish oath.

He was the brother who took away his lifelong goal, but he surrendered and accepted it because he was his brother.

What if the Muslims took the goal of being the top seller?

He would not admit it, and would constantly challenge it.

I didn't even think of it as a wall I couldn't cross while watching the monks.

But he was different.

I grew up again.

I told my brother I would target him.

Mann, I can't even follow anymore.

I was more curious about where my brother's end would be than the Hoseung-sim that an unmanned man should feel.

At that moment, the panic rubs the creeps on his arm.

"Is this all part of the plan? ’

Jeong, Sa and Ma equaled to one.

This is ridiculous, but it's actually happening right now.

In front of him, the concept of Jing, Sa, Ma was meaningless.

Have we ever been neutral in preparation for this?

This is impossible for you or the Muslims.

It was.

Even if he and the Muslim rabble had joined forces or allied, Mahidol would never have joined together and would never have suppressed the rebellion that arose from within.

But now I can't even say no to my brother.

Everyone surrendered before your forces.

“You have no idea what superstition is. ”

* * *

The king of the Fortaleph Palace looked down and said as if he was in ruins.

“That's ridiculous.”

All that remained around the King of Law was an unmanned mountain of corpses.

But I wasn't thrilled by what the king of the law said.

“Whatever.”

I was killing him with words, as I always have.

That's it.

The turbulent hurricane was extinct.

Screaming!

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