Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

A wagon went blind.

The one on the wagon was a witch.

I was on my way to Mass Blind with orders from the cavalry to hurry.

His gaze, looking out the wagon window, sank like a pitch of darkness around him. The sorcerer comes to a blind spot with only the Heavenly Dragon Sword to protect him. Even they waited outside.

What if this summon is meant to kill you?

I got into the position of the astronomer, but I couldn't deal with Mahjol, the blind man. If it were a Muslim headquarters, there would be no need to speak about it.

Either you don't come in the first place or you die.

The sorcerer trusted his instincts. Mahjong might kill himself someday, but at least not now.

The wagon stops in front of the Onslaught.

The wagon pulls you out of the wagon and looks up for a moment. I've been to this place several times, but today felt strange.

A witch walks inside, guided by a squadron of Unsullied.

There was a horse iron soldier sitting in the distance.

The sorcerer wags his grip at him.

“Why did the Almighty summon this humble man? ”

“You still are. ”

“Do people change that easily? ”

“Don't people have to change that much? ”

Their gaze was intricately intertwined in the air. Sympathy is too cosmetic of their relationship.

The magician chuckles.

“People die when they change. ”

“Don't be suspicious and come closer. ”

“What brings you so close? You want me to rip your head off if I get close? ”

A magician walking along the red carpet looks up the stairs and asks.

“How's it going over there? Is your air any different? ”

“Why don't you come up and smell it? ”

The magician smiled and said.

“Later.”

Later, Mahjol could understand that the word "just" meant "a little bit." Obviously, the sorcerer was after his seat.

“Why did you call me? ”

“I need your help. ”

“Need help? I don't think that's the first thing I've heard. ”

I thought that the magician was surprised when he appeared.

By comparison, Mahjong was confident.

“I know you want to kill me. He wants to sit here. We all know you're working with them. ”

The magician was neither positive nor unclean.

The horse continued to speak.

“They tried to kill me. ”

The magician was greatly surprised. He did not know that he had tried to kill the Horseman. What's wrong with you?

“Why do people live with such grudges? ”

Despite his sarcasm, Mahjong's troops were not shaken at all.

“At least I didn't try to sit you down here. I tried to put something else in my body. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“He tried to enforce divorce laws on me. ”

Mahjong is throwing a battle. He drives the sorcerer away with all his might.

“Is that what you want? Helping those who want to rule this river by inserting strange beings into my body? ”

The magician's eyes shake.

“Do you think they'll let you live? Please help me. As the heir to the heavenly gate, not the Buddhist monk, I ask you to do this. ”

“How can I help you? ”

“Chul-ryong Ju.”

“Chul-ryong? What about him? ”

“Use him to find out who's behind this. He's keeping an eye on me so I can't do anything about it. Instead, you will think you are on the same side. ”

“I don't think so. ”

“For you! You'll find a way. ”

“So what do I get? ”

Their gaze was tangled in the air. It has become the most important moment since this conversation began.

However, there was an answer from Marjol's mouth that I had never thought of.

“Nothing. Nothing. ”

* * *

The second reference point was the chain that hung on the wall of the pituitary.

When it got dark and I opened my eyes again, I was standing on a huge chain. More precisely, a chained bridge.

Underneath the chain is an invisible darkness, and there is no end to which this bridge is connected.

I had no idea that that little chain on the wall would be shaped into such a huge chain leg.

I took a slow step.

How long would he walk like that? Someone is walking towards you from a distance. Of course he was a thousand horses.

It felt fateful to meet him like this on a bridge to a chain.

[At last.]

The Emperor looked at me with an expressive expression.

When I met him briefly in a remote room that had been made of 1,000 ventricular holes, all I could see was a little hole in my face.

Now we have met properly.

I've been reminded of his struggle many times lately, so his appearance is familiar. He was the heavenly horse he once was.

[I'm old, aren't I?]

[As is.]

Really?

[No, I'm much older than I used to be.]

[Damn it. That's it.]

You wanted to look like a child?]

Better than an old man.]

What's wrong with the old man?]

[Hmph! You sound like that because you're occupying a young body.]

I was a little sorry that it was true. I tried hard to encourage him to talk back.

[You can go anywhere. You must have a lot of money. You must be strong.]

Why don't you talk about people?]

[You look great.]

[Asshole!]

[Haha.]

When I met him again like this, I had a new feeling. It was definitely a different feeling than just hearing a voice.

[Celestial ventricular foramen, very impressive.]

[Yes. An elderly man without a job.]

This is the place in my mind, and I can meet him like this in my mind. It was a really great experience.

[Maybe we can fight here.]

[Of course, why? Shall we fight now?]

I calmly restrained the thousand horses from rolling their cuffs.

[Stop. We can meet like this anytime now, so let's take our time fighting.]

[Chuckles] You must be scared.]

What if I die fighting here?]

[This is a place where only our mind can project our image. You can watch the battle, but you can't kill each other.]

[I see.]

You bastard! Did you learn the cardiovascular technique to kill me?]

I laughed bloody.

Of course not. I knew I couldn't kill him here.

I have felt instinctively that there is only one way to kill the Heavenly Horse that I possess before, but only one heart sword is possible.

[I just wanted to see my face for a long time.]

Thousands of horses were flawed in my words. Soon, CheonMa's expression softened a little.

[You were so young when you fought me.]

[Not this young.]

But it was at a young age. It was the golden age of my life.

[I want to see you then.]

I can't believe you miss my youth.

I never thought this day would come. I smiled again.

[That's a good laugh.]

[Is it?]

[That's disgusting. What a smiling killer.]

Murderer?

[Isn't that right? Have you forgotten how many people you killed back then?]

[You were at war, right? It shouldn't happen again.]

[I miss that time.]

I looked at him with a pathetic look, but I thought maybe I was missing those days a little too.

Of course, I don't mean to miss killing.

I miss fighting all I want.

[Can I stay here as long as I want?]

[It's usually made briefly.]

[I think we've been here a long time.]

[Because you and I are strong in spirit.]

[The duration is determined by the spirit of the creator, right?]

[Yes.]

[Where am I outside?]

[Unprotected.]

[That's dangerous.]

[But the higher the pitch of the cardiac foramen, the more you'll know about the situation outside.]

[I should get going.]

[Are you leaving already?]

CheonMa felt sorry for wanting to stay with me a little longer.

[You can't leave me defenseless, can you?]

What are you worried about when you're tied to a brain stem?]

[You never know. If you want to be with her, you can complete the sacral ventricle.]

[Damn it! Are you going to rob me of everything?]

[Don't hate it.]

Suzus.

As the air distorted around me, I woke up the sacral ventricle.

The moment I opened my eyes, a sword was flying towards my heart.

Shhh!

Tuang!

The shackles around my arms shattered and I held the sword in my hand.

The opposing Pokémon is wearing demonic muggings. I was frightened with my eyes wide open in the eyeholes.

The sound of words coming from outside.

“Hurry! It's not long before the organs stop again." ”

The iron gate, which had never been opened in the ventricle, was half opened.

A drop of blood from my fist struck the ghost while holding the sword.

Boom!

The man's face sank as his talons were shattered.

The men surprised by the sound jump in.

Fight, fight! Thung!

The shackles of the remaining arms and ankles burst open as the mountain shatters.

Another ghost stabbed me with a sword. My new brother flew into the air and became entangled with him. He wraps his neck around his legs, circling in the air.

Quadruple.

A man with a broken neck falls flat on the ground in an unexpected attack.

A line of men jumps in from outside.

Ta-da! Phew!

The man who was following collapsed, turning his back. A man who had just died kicked a man with his foot with a spilled sword and pierced him.

The man who was following immediately left the sword.

Shhh!

A missed sword slammed against the wall behind me.

Phew!

I slid the floor and kicked the sword out of the man's stomach. The man's organs were crushed and flew back and forth by the kicking of the inner aircraft.

They couldn't attack me all at once. One by one, the tribe came through the door and died at my hands.

(Screaming)

This time, a ghost leapt inside, spreading its memory.

How the hell? ’

The thought of the man who blew his memory was cut off from there. The idea was to continue. How he avoided memorization and when he could come back and hang his neck.

Quack quack.

The broken man's neck was broken. I hold in my hand a sword drawn from a man's waist.

I feel the shock of the demons. I feel the shivers of the demons. But they didn't back off. The orders were to keep the spirits.

But as I held the sword in my hand, the speed at which I killed my enemies became even faster.

Two ghosts rush from left and right. The new law was truly transformative, and the sword attack was fast enough to process.

But not faster than me.

Squeak, squeak!

The two demonic spirits split at the same time vertically. I wish I had been cut off from their position, but unfortunately not.

When the two men fell, I was already swarming up the wall towards the entrance.

Shhh! Shhh!

The sword that flew towards me missed.

My sword pierces the opponent's neck, as if it were teaching him not to attack like that.

Phew!

The man with the neck takes a step back and slides his glug off the wall and crumbles.

You slaughtered the remaining ghosts in succession. No matter how glamorous the workmanship was, no surprise, it didn't work for me.

“It's a trap!”

Before death, someone's cry was a reflection of their desperation.

The demons rushing into the room were all feverish, and all of a sudden, they collapsed as corpses. They all became real ghosts.

[Oh! Exciting! I love it!]

He shouted in an impressive voice. It turned out that since I came into my body, I was the first one to use a shaman. He said in a voice that almost sounded like crying.

[I want to fight too.]

I was inspired by my fight. The blood will boil. You'll want to run out and spill the horsepower right now.

I'm sorry, but that can't be happening. I've fought him before.

I have no intention of sending him out into the world.

[What are you gonna do now?]

At this rate, Mahjol will know that I was loosening my bloodline. It wasn't what I expected.

[We have to get out of here.]

I took the demonic scarf off the face of a man who had fallen on the floor and put it on.

I was going to get out of here.

I killed them, but in the end it will be different. It was because I couldn't think of myself as having released the hemostasis. Maybe he thinks someone else got involved on the outside.

However, there were so many possibilities that you wouldn't find the right answer to this situation.

I ran down the hall. After going around the corner, a man in a demonic robe stood at the end of the hall and gestured to welcome him.

"The organs will start up again soon! Come on!"

He had already heard a colleague yell that it was a trap.

It was urgent, so I couldn't help but check that I wasn't a colleague. He ran ahead, and I ran after him.

Thousands were excited and shouted.

[Let's go.]