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“Whoa, what a surprise. ”

Baek Hyun, who was wrapped around his ears with his hands, shook his body with a mix of chiefs. The voice of the blood lion is no longer heard. Communications were cut off as Eunsa burned down.

“What a drink. ”

Baek Hyun grumbled small and buried himself deeply on the couch. He said he didn't want to be an enemy unconditionally. Of course, Baek Hyun didn't trust that word. It's easy to turn your palms upside down depending on the situation.

‘I didn't hear about Carl. You want me to go? ’

I glanced at Baal, who put it down near my feet. I contacted Valencia as advised by the Nightmare Decider. Valencia showed great interest, as had been expected, in the words of allowing the Assassin Gum Baal to sleep.

"It's even."

Nevertheless, the divine is the divine. I haven't decided how to use Baal yet, but that's what we should discuss with Valencia.

“I... stir...”

I heard tons of nervous voices. Tebeth, who was on her knees, looked at Baek Hyun with a pale face. Mario was on his knees quietly beside him.

“Where are you going now...? ”

“Korea.”

When asked a nonchalant question, Baek Hyun replied with a profound face. Thebes' mouth opened.

“Why are you going there? ”

“Why not? I have to hand you over. ”

“Do you really have to do that...? ”

“What do I do if I don't? ”

“I knew a lot of things... as I got hit by the teacher. Yes... I know how bad I've done. If you just let me go, I'll live like a rat for the rest of my life and do volunteer work...”

“You want another hit? ”

Baek Hyun asks with his fist as he sweeps, and Tebeth shuts his mouth.

“I tried to kill him. I killed too many people today. And I heard everything you wanted to hear, but I think the Bureau has a lot to ask you, too, don't you? ”

“Yes? When did you hear from me...”

“While you fainted. ”

It was thanks to Shanak. While Baek Hyun was beating Karpago, Shanak completed the interrogation of Tebeth who fainted through magic. Because of this, Baek Hyun held Tebeth and did not have to bother interrogating her.

As I thought, the Revelators were holding each other back. It was because the god who empowered them threw the irresponsible words to do what they wanted to do. If there had been a common purpose, they would have joined forces, but they gave only excessive power to the Revelator and his followers.

I don't know who God is, but Revelators and their followers have sworn to the 'God’ who empowered them. Their blindness was very strong thanks to giving them something easy to know. It also gave them a sense of humor.

The belief that they are a special being chosen by God.

The power used by the followers and revelations is because of the spirit that is possessed by them. The Nightmare Decision Maker said that there was only one wanderer in the world who could do that. But this could not be done by the wanderer of the world alone.

The wanderer of the passage is a speedster with a soul and uses the power of that soul. However, the monarch tied to Abyss contracted with the real man, and the owner of the barracks first painted his contract.

[Reverse puncture.]

The nightmare maker murmured.

[If you worked with a corrupt rapid, I can't think of anything other than Reverse Heaven.]

‘Of course I am.’

The wanderer and the inverted angel of the world are holding hands and decorating something. Once I have grasped the strand of thought towards you, it is too early to say that the wanderer of the world has yet to be associated.

Then I'm forced to check it properly. Baek Hyun recalled the Dragon King. She is a corrupt rapid, and she knows what rapids have woken up with her in the Horn.

‘I should have asked you last time. ’

Baek Hyun's eyes narrowed. Not only the wanderer of the world, Baek Hyun had something else to ask King Dragon.

Gummuhee.

Tell me the name of Uza, and about the rapidity of his heart.

*

The light flows out of the thinly opened eyes.

The man looks up at the opponent standing in front of him with no tension. In photographs and videos, the eyes that were always smiling with a whimsical glance, now shining sharp enough to penetrate into the bone. Chef found out that's what Drave, the Apostle of Pure St., looked like.

“What are you going to do?”

Harry, who was sitting nearby, spoke.

Hundreds of people were scattered around it. Everyone is a follower of the Chef. Originally based in Mexico, they relocated to the Indian Ocean uninhabited after having liquidated the cartel and its property in Mexico.

After that, he was raided.

Revelation and followers. Their power is superior to that of the dizzy upper hunters, especially if the power of the Revelation is‘ right ’to promote the apostleship. It's the story of where I wrote it right. The one who is in front of the‘ real ’apostle who is accustomed to dealing with power is not that great. More than two such apostles have come. It was natural for this to happen.

“I'm thinking. ”

Drave replied, "None of the fallen are dead.

Of course Drave wanted to kill them all. An uninhabited man who doesn't live alone. You don't have to care about the eyes around you. No, Drave's murder would not have calmed down, even if this place wasn't uninhabited.

From Drave's point of view, the followers and Reverends dared to sell God as a burrowing heretic. They insist that they were chosen by God, blabbering endlessly on a subject of great belief and no faith.

Knowing the existence of a real god, they were despicable and horrible, as Drave believed they had been chosen by that god. You must undoubtedly kill her in rehab. You must not execute a comforting death. The shoreline of an uninhabited country that can neither die nor live, throwing shark food into the sea, nor coming to our aid. I wanted to throw it in the intense sunlight and make it ripe to death.

But I couldn't.

Drave wanted to, but God told him not to.

“Uh... how did you get here...”

“There are not many beings in this world that can avoid the eyes of a highroad. ”

Harry laughed at the chef's muttering. I already knew about the presence of my followers. In the first place, the Bureau of Management reached out to Highrod, and many of its key players, including the Director of Management, are hunters who have contracted with Highrod, and the eyes of Highrod are scattered all over the world. For Harry, an apostle of such a highroad, it is easy to understand the displacement of such a large number of people to India.

“I'm trying to hide here by rolling my own head, but I have to do it right. Your work was too crude. ”

“Why... did you attack us? ”

“Don't you think it's funny to ask that? On the subject of those who openly killed the Director of Management. ”

“Me, I have nothing to do with it. Killing the director of management is Colombia's...”

“Oh, that's enough. I already know that you don't have to sell Thebes. Don't look so unfair. You guys are lucky. Colombia has more monsters than us. ”

Harry smiles as he looks at the crooked chef's face. Of course, Chef couldn't understand Harry's words of luck at all. No, that's a second hit. Who the hell is that kid? Drave, the Apostle of Pure St., is a celebrity that no one in the world knows, but I don't remember seeing his face.

It is clear, however, that the boy's power is not greatly appreciated by Drave, the apostle. So, what the hell was the monster that went to Colombia?

“So, Drave. I've decided.”

“... ”

Harry leaves the chef behind and stares at Drave. Drave still had a cold face and held his fist open.

“... I understand. ”

Before Harry rushed to answer, Drave murmured. It was a face that was neither convincing nor convincing. Harry raises his head as he looks at the drave.

And you are.

Drave's body was struck by a bright glow. Harry stepped back a few steps in astonishment. It wasn't just Harry who was surprised. The power here closes its eyes in a dazzling glow.

Drave gently raises both hands, curled in radiance. The swollen light twitched. Harry barely opened his eyes.

[Huff.]

In his head, High-Rod sounded surprised.

[I don't understand.]

Harry thought so too. He knew what was about to happen to Drave. Head, head. Someone's heart beats big. The sound was clearly echoed in everyone's ears, and as he resonated with it, he repeated that the light that curled up the drave was less inflated.

A black light appeared in the center of the light. At first, the light grows. A myriad of black light mixed with white light.

The pounding stopped.

The light went out.

Drave, bowing his head, stood there for a while. Light brown hair turned white hair. Shortly after, Drave raises his head. The moment I saw his face, Harry swallowed a gulp of saliva.

Red tattoos were engraved on pale skin like a sick person. The tattoo that leads to the eye across the cheek seemed to shed tears at first glance. His eyes were also red like blood, and the tattoos combined to make him look creepy. It wasn't just your face. It looked like tattoos were spreading all over your cheeks, chin, and neck... covered in armor.

“... are you... Drave? ”

Harry asked in a slightly nervous voice. Drave's head slowly returns.

“No.”

Harry was astonished at the answer. Should I keep my head down? Or should I kneel? High-rod murmurs in Harry's head.

[Is this a matter of direct extortion?]

“... the Highlord is questioning why you came in person. ”

“It's too early to explain. ”

Drave, no. Purest replied. The slow pace stopped in front of the chef. Pure Saint lowered himself to face the chef. Soon, she saw her face shining on the chef's face. Scratch and stammer your cheeks. The tattoos on his skin were mixed and did not feel the shape well, but Pure Saint clearly felt the indelible imprint. But she had only a smile she didn't know what she meant, and she had no other emotions.

“Ugh..."

The chef who faced Pure Saint tasted dead. Pale face, tattoos, red eyes. It wasn't those things that threatened Chef. Facing gaze... Chef couldn't see himself in Pure St. 's eyes. That red eye didn't make any of it shine. Just staring at it seems like the soul is sucking in. Chef trembles with intense dizziness and vomiting.

He did not know that what was before his eyes was Pure Saint. He thought that what was before his eyes was a demon, no, a demon king, who had climbed up from hell. Seeing Chef floating in fear, Pure St. smiled slowly. A slow stretch of white light gleaned from his hands.

Chef sees the shimmering darkness in the glowing light of his fingertips. The darkness was flashing with a twinkling of light around it, but the closer the distance was, the chef could see a clear darkness.

“Show me your god. ”

Pure Saint roared.

The light at the fingertips swallowed the chef's brain.

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