Limit Breaker

The situation in Uighur cannot be seen as absolute good.

The population of Xinjiang Uighur is approximately 45%, while Kazakh is 12%, and the other 8%, and the remaining 41%, respectively, of the Hans, based on the 2000s.

The high proportion of Chinese is due to China's migration policy to blur the blood of Uighurs.

In other words, it is the will of China to make them mix the blood of the Koreans with the blood of the Ugrueans, so that they can fully retaliate, even if it takes more time than to resist, interact with, or communicate with them.

In the imperialist era, China's behavior is surprisingly what happened between the late 20th and 21st centuries.

Urumchi, the capital of Uighur, is a very modern and sophisticated city of greenery and skyscrapers, but due to China's explicit policies, political and economic rights are all being wielded by the Koreans.

Initially, the Uighurs, who sought independence through pacifist demonstrations, realized that peaceful means were impossible by Chinese violence wielding clubs and oppressing them, and began leaning toward terrorism.

In particular, when Wigur's seventh wealthiest mother, Levilla Cardir, started in the laundromat business with three plates and five soaps, she realized that a more peaceful protest was meaningless.

As the PRC rallied its forces to oppress the Uighurs' protests, it gathered the Uighurs' testimony to report on the U.S. Free Asian Broadcasting (RFA) as well as the PRC's oppression and the Uighurs' reality abroad.

However, the Uighurs who arrested her for espionage and served eight years of imprisonment, and watched as bail was released with the help of the United States and forced to flee to the United States, are desperate for evil to kill one more Chinese.

The problem is there are very few forces to support them.

Turkey, which is favorable to Uighur, is busy cleaning up Kurdish oppression and internal turmoil, and Pakistan has decided to stop supporting Uighur's Independent forces by calling them terrorists because of friendly policies.

There were very few others who could help them materially, so the armed level of the Uighur Independent was only about the level of the militia.

That is why Harissen Mukham, the leader of the Uighur Independence Army, arrived in an unauthorized wasteland within several kilometers of the surrounding area in a tens of tens of tensions with the escorts who came with him.

In a transport truck in the back of Harithen Mukham, you wrap a bandage around your ankle to see if the Uighurs that Riellus rescued were healed. You get down from the truck with help from those around you.

"We're here!"

They raised their voices, as she instructed, shouting that they had come from the approximate location of Riellus.

'There's no turning back now.' '

Whether he had suffered a lot, Harissen Mukham, a sturdy middle-aged man with deep wrinkles, burst his nervous insides as he emitted a signal calling for Lilulus.

When he was spying on Chinese military bases and heard that they had been caught, he blamed himself for not saving them.

Being captured by the Chinese military means that they are already dead.

However, as they returned to the base as injured bodies, suspicions began to arise at once.

Suspicious content spread in my mind, such as the fact that they were leading the Chinese military to betray and investigate this situation.

Once asked how they got out, dozens of monsters emerged from the Chinese military base that captured them.

Not one or two. Dozens?

Furthermore, the beast that can speak human language among the monsters released itself.

The top brass thought their excuses would be better than this, incinerating all their belongings to deal with the detectors while quickly preparing for intensive interrogation at the same time as their arrival at the base.

Resistance groups gathered to resist Chinese oppression were building strong trusting relationships, both in terms of age, gender and place of birth, but all relying and leading like a family.

However, after the betrayers showed up, the leaders decided to chase them thoroughly.

However, such suspicions were reversed in an instant.

Unbelievable reports of monsters attacking Chinese military bases have surfaced from overseeing Chinese forces all over the country.

Some filmed and reported it, and it was clear that the words of those who were taken captive and released were true. I can't believe it.

Even though the Assyrian monster couldn't understand why he wanted to connect the hotline with them, Harissen Mukham finally decided to confront the Assyrian monster, who, when Uighur's terror hit him, could not actually overcome the Chinese oppression of 100x and 1000x retaliation.

Their situation was so bad that even monsters had to open their hands.

Cuddled--

Immediately, a violent tremor began with the sound of the ground, and Harithen Mukham and the surrounding guards watched the footage of monsters attacking the Chinese military base behind the tremor, swallowing dry with pressure to face the monster rather than with tension over the earthquake.

W-

And then the vibration stopped completely.

Kuang!

A loud explosion-like sound echoes through the solid, barren wasteland and a huge hole is drilled through it.

Tupperfuck!

"Tsk!"

"Fall back!"

As the fragments that soared above the sky begin to fall to the ground with devastating force that would injure them, Harithen Mukham and his guards quickly step back.

Tsk, tsk...

Soon after all the debris hits the ground, even the sound of breath settles.

At that moment, eight red glares flashed inside the dark cave where there was no sunlight.

"Ugh...!"

"Huff!"

At the same time, the ordinary people began to swallow groaning and guard the interior of the cave as a dense lifestyle began to make an example of their trousers.

'Is this... a beast of the underworld...!' '

Harithen Mukham's desire to turn his back and flee began to soar, but he endured biting his teeth tightly for the future of the people resting on his shoulders.

After 10 minutes and 10 seconds, eight eyes finally moved under the dungeon, moving forward from the giant front legs of the body weight of the spider.

The giant spider monster that walked naturally, Riellus, looked exactly as the survivors described it.

"Are you the leader of the Uighur Independence?"

The mouth of a spider with a completely different structure and shape from the human mouth moves, and a woman's voice echoes with sharp iron.

"Yes. I am Harithen Mukham."

"My name is Riellus."

I didn't know where to turn the conversation from, so Harishen Mukham silently started to relax a little bit more about himself starting out normal than he thought.

"Why did you ask to see me?"

The opponent is a monster, not a human.

Harissen Mukham, who judged that there was no need to greet or exemplify the beginning of a meaningless watermelon like human conversation, immediately got to the point.

A human conversation with a monster.

He expected a great reason, but what came out of her mouth was an unexpected reason.

"I don't know? My orders end when I bring you into the conversation. Perisha will take care of the rest."

"Perisha?"

What does "Perisha" mean? Names of things? Names of monsters? And the orders you gave yourself?

The question got tangled in my head as I bit my tail, but I heard a voice that cut the tangle into a dagger and released it.

"From now on, this body will explain."

"!!"

The direction of the voice is heard from the right, so everyone's gaze turns toward you, but only the void, where there is nothing, catches your eye.

Pachitch--

At that time, both men and women showed up with the sound of sparks.

The other was an entirely Asian male with a sharp impression, and the other was a blonde, white woman who could stand out from their eyes.

"Who are you?"

Harithen Mukham, of course, was wary of two men and women who suddenly appeared, and the guards stood in front of him and took a position to protect him with their bodies.

However, the Asian man tilted his head in a curious manner.

"Huh? You don't know me?"

I don't know

I swear on my name, I have no idea who the man in front of me is or what he's doing.

At that time, a white blonde woman opened her mouth.

"My Lord, you've never shown me your mask in public."

"Oh, right."

A man with a blind spot says he took something dark red from the inside of his chest and flew it to his face.

"Now, you know who that is, right?"

"P-put it away!"

"Ding, ding."

The man who pushed the mask back inside his body, Harishen Mukham, who realized who he was, approached Riellus with a light step.

"Hey, Riel! I used to be a kitten, but I'm going to be a spider!"

"Kirit ~ Kirit ~"

As Zinfu leans against the giant body of Riellus, he strokes his head. A beast called Riellus vomits a joyful cry and does not resist the human hand touching his head and body.

"W-what the hell is this……."

You treat a monster like a pet when you see one?

Harishen Mukham could not keep his mouth shut with a strange look unfolding before his eyes, and so could the others who came with him.

"Then I'll explain."

The blonde white woman, Pericia, came a few steps forward to greet Jinwoo and Riellus.

"My name is Perisha Lictoind. And this is my master, Shiu, who is the head of Samtaegeuk, whom you know very well."

"We've heard your name. You don't have to introduce yourself. Mr. Harishen."

After Ferrisha's words, Chiu opened his mouth and passed on Harishen Mukham's self-introduction.

"W-what do you want from us?"

To be honest, Harissen Mukham was seeking independence when he attacked China.

However, with the parties in front of him, he did not understand their intention to meet the resistance of a weak nation like himself.

Perisha, who had already read their thoughts, smiled at the tactician and uttered an ambassador that would break their vigilance at once.

"Don't you want to build a capital city in China with your troops?"

"!!"

Although she has not yet conveyed this requirement, she smiles at a darker schemer, intuitive to the fact that one of her ambassadors has already halved their appearance.

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And as I was writing, I suddenly thought,

You're studying world history without me knowing it. '

Once I use modern novels, organizations that dream of conquering the world as stories, studying the history of other countries rather than Bourne, I feel like I'm stepping up a little bit on history.

Plus, it's fun.

In other countries' histories, it's so much fun that they dig up parts that are irrelevant to novels.

I guess I'll have to finish this novel soon. I think I'm gonna have to go the other way.

PS: Levia Cardir is a real person. The three washing pans and five soaps written in the text are not necessarily misused by three washing machines and five detergents.