Makai Hongi

"I remember him. What they did!

You think you're retrieving me? You're kidding me.

Why did you forget about him and the others?

Why did you forget about that time?

I was put to sleep on the bunk, and I had a lot of pain.

Why, why, I forgot.

That's hundreds of millions, billions of soul-wrenching acts per second.

By endless suffering, dubbed experimentation, the soul, which continues to be stigmatized, destroys the flesh as well.

The soul affects the flesh.

Thousands or tens of thousands of souls continued to be annoyed just for the sake of the experiment.

One soul burst its flesh after it continued to be caustic and tried to escape its pain.

One soul necrosis the body and rots in madness.

The soul screamed over a series of thousands of trillions of painful times, and none of the flesh retained its original form.

By continuing to inflict unimaginable pain, the soul affects the flesh.

But the opposite is what the men in white wanted.

No matter how frustrating, he was an unyielding soul.

But what I found in the results of hundreds of years of experimentation is that alone, in a single soul, that's impossible.

The soul never withstood it.

That's where they came up with the fusion of souls.

But the result is not fragrant either.

With the same idea, I tried the union of souls.

At that time, only a soul that joined only halfway, no matter how much pain it inflicted, did not cause the flesh to collapse.

I got the data.

But I couldn't reproduce it.

The only successful example is the soul that escaped then.

"Recover your soul"

That's how I paid for my extended hand, but it was bounced off by a membrane covering the man's superficial layer.

That's the same as before. I can't even touch it.

And then, in me, I come to fetch the orb of dominion.

The man in front of you won't even have combat experience.

It should have been every day of research and experimentation.

But the more I make up for it, the more my body is protected by holy temper.

I stepped back and pierced the palm (...) the man stretched with a deep sea dragon's machete.

No one would have thought to attack a place like that.

But I was certain.

In fact, the machete plunged into the man's arm, passing through his elbow and reaching his shoulder mouth.

When I paid for the machete, the man's arm snapped in two.

"I knew it was what I thought. When I grabbed the orb of dominion, I kept my hand safe. I thought I'd break it."

Failure then. It induced hives by grasping demon stones with holy caged hands.

If you let it get away with it once, you'll be cautious a second time.

Therefore, the palm of my hand cannot be protected with holy chi.

My reading made it easy for me to get through the deep sea dragon's machete in my palm.

…………

The man in white looks at the bleeding strangely.

I guess you didn't think the experimental body would slash you.

I am not the flesh of a razor, nor an incomplete vessel with a soul in it.

Born in the demonic world, there is life as Golan.

"Besides, just watching can make you stronger."

If you look at me working out every day trying to get the best out of me, you'll know how to use it.

Anyway, it's the same flesh. It's weirder if you can't.

"That's why I owe you back then."

The man is holding the root of his shoulder. Seems to be stopping the bleeding.

Is there no pain, the expression doesn't change.

I approached him with a sword in my hand to make a splash.

Aim for his wound. If it's not covered with holy chi, my machete goes by.

But I jumped out of the shadow, unexpectedly from next door.

Another man reached for me.

If you look, the giant is down over there.

It's Warmel from the Glendale clan.

"Chi!"

I distanced myself from the new man.

My attacks don't work, either. [M]

The Harm of the Jinglong tribe is still fighting, but it's obviously going to be hard to do.

Even I am.

If you get caught in the sacred mood, you won't get any attacks.

But what he did deserved to die.

Never forgive.

Looking at the man in white who increased to two, the world rocked as I conceived.

"Are you new again?

You've got heavenly reinforcements? If so, the timing is too bad.

"I made you wait! Everybody all right?

"Who is it!

"It's terrible, Goran. I'm not Meralda."

After another big shake, it was reinforcements that came.

It looked different, but I named it Melarda of the Shoryu clan.

Melarda became the general under the Demon King Tralzard, the chief of this army.

But coming down from the sky was a giant, very giant dragon.

"I've never seen you, you big dragon!

"Rude. I still have a reputation for being small and small."

"Where are you?"

"Of course, in the Shoryu neighborhood."

"I don't know!

That must have shaken the juncture earlier. And broken.

Does that mean that the Heavenly Spear was destroyed or physically torn?

If you look at Melarda's outfit, it also looks like she came from the outside forcefully.

The men in front of us were already in preparation for the retreat.

The men in white began to gather in the air. The decision is fast.

Besides, I wondered if I let out a pillar of light, and it kept rising and disappearing across the sky.

It's a quick start.

"Looks like he was ready to go back."

"Back?... it looked like it disappeared into the sky"

"You had a hole up there that wouldn't be noticed. Because even if you have a hole in the tip of the needle, you can spread it."

He cares about holiness in maintaining the hole, but saves time and holiness than opening it new.

"It's worse than that."

Warmel has fallen and numerous other bodies are rolling.

All the corpses in sight are demon dwellers.

Though an ambush, all who were here are soldiers.

But I didn't know it would be easy to get rid of it.

"I saw it from the sky, but it was terrible."

So crushing, Melarda went back from being a dragon to being a person.

In that gap, I decided to go back, too.