Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

"Blood vessels of the liver were destroyed after Dandall's death."

The dealer closed his eyes on the report of Suu Kyi. An ominous premonition that has provoked him all the way has come true. I felt something was coming.

“Not one of them made it back?"

"Yes, it is."

It wasn't a day or twenty. He sent over fifty blood swords. I went there with him to the brink of reliable skill.

The chaotic doorways were just a force to be swept away, but what if they were all killed?

"He's here."

“I think so."

"How do you know!"

Truly, the opponent is marching beyond common sense.

"Did he do this on his own?"

"No, it's a follow-up report that a large number of unauthorized people appear to be gathering at the Wall Seed Checkpoint."

"You're leading a powerful organization, right?"

Even this natural fact felt strange because I've been acting alone so far.

She gets up from her seat and walks to the window. Usually, when I'm angry, I feel like my heart is boiling. But when I get angrier, I feel cool as I am now.

"When will the others arrive?"

"Three days after the Red Cross, five days after the Blood Cross, and 10 days after the West Blackout."

"Send a letter to everyone to hurry up. Bring in all the blood."

"Yes, I understand."

"Everyone gathers and moves."

"Can I give them that much time?"

"He shut down the vision of the underground world in just two days. As a result, it was reckless to send fifty blood swords with a single month. So, what do you think? Are you still worried about giving him time?"

"No, you're right. If you send them one by one, they'll tear you apart. I'll tell everyone to hurry."

The man admitted his mistake and hurried out. The dealer walks to the window. The hot emotion in her eyes, looking out, was not just vengeance and living.

Her eyes light up from afar, but it's hard to tell what she's thinking.

A solid perimeter has been set at the Wall's Seal.

Despite being nearly ambushed by a surprise attack, the sword led by the West possesses a class of skill. There's a squadron led by a commander, a squadron of Guangdu swords, and finally, the Black Leopard.

A triple, quadruple vigil spread out.

Afterwards, I explained in detail what had happened to Father and Mother, and to Song Woogyeong, the West, and Song Hwa Rin.

I told the rest of the truth, except for my true identity. From accidental encounters with white and seaweed in the infinite and trying to make them my people, to the fact that the enemies held the Underground as blind men.

Everyone was appalled, but I couldn't help believing in these enormous conspiracies and events, because the amount of seaweed and whitewash had merged.

Finally, I told you about my shaman. He said there was a performance on the chance. He said that he had been handed over to Master Haejin, who was a Muslim monk.

"Oh, that's why you've changed."

Father and Mother accepted that that's why all of my positive changes were made.

Rather, it was a good thing. If I had gotten the job done by such a great master, I would have taught him life would change. I naturally accepted my changes that I did not understand.

I told my parents that I would never reveal to them that I was inferior, as I told the amount of seaweed and white pepper. Until they die, I will live as their son, Clan Wall.

I genuinely acknowledged them as my parents. They were better parents than anyone, and worthy of being respected as supporters of one person after leaving their blood relations.

When my story was over, no one said anything. I realized that this was not just about dealing with a few wicked people.

"Enemies are strong and vicious. From now on, you have to be very careful about everything."

Everyone nods.

The first task here was to deal with the enemy.

"From now on, I'm going to install a darker version. Once the truth is complete, you won't have to worry so much about outside invasion."

The amount of seaweed has been directly installed on the safe side of the island, so the installation here can be done more quickly.

Songhwa Lin carefully left.

"Let me help, if you don't mind." "

"If the plaintiff helps, it will be a huge force."

She was a woman who had previously learned to be true to the amount of seaweed. I want to learn more about this opportunity.

Song Woo asked with a surprised face.

"Do you know the truth?"

"This was an opportunity for the Gal Military to teach us."

The amount of seaweed told Sir Song.

"Your daughter is very intelligent, and she is very talented at true medicine."

"Haha, that's a compliment. He's still a little short."

When I heard the praise of the amount of seaweed, Song Woogyeong's mouth was torn from underneath my ears. My father told me the amount of seafood.

"My son doesn't have enough. We look forward to seeing you in the future."

Then the seagull told my father.

"The doorman seems to be misunderstanding something."

"A misunderstanding."

"Your son didn't come under me. I pledged allegiance to your son."

My father was surprised. Mother, Song Woo-kyung, and Seo were also surprised. I thought I was helping the gallstones and the white walkers, not being their master.

White Paper ended everyone's doubts.

"I pledged my allegiance to the Wall. The Wall Prince is my one and only Lord."

Everyone's gaze was on me.

"Is that true?"

I answered my father's question.

"That's right."

After a moment of silence, my father opened his mouth again.

"Don't you forget what I told you before?"

"You mean when you always decide everything, you have to count on the person's position. He also said that if he was a lower class, he would pay more attention. I never forgot."

My father nodded, expressing his satisfaction.

"That's enough."

This was the first time I've seen my father with such a happy face. Yes, my father is a strong man, but how can it not be nice to have such good men?

So everyone left the room and was left alone with my mother.

My mother was moved by a different meaning.

"Thank you so much for coming back in one piece."

She gently wrapped my face with both hands.

"You were worried, weren't you? I'm so sorry for your concern."

"No, I'm proud of you."

Mother's touch was the same warm touch I had felt before.

"Haha, of course. Whose son is he?"

My mother's hand was pinching my cheeks tightly.

"But don't get cocky!"

“It hurts!"

From that day on, the wall inspection entered the war.

Everyone was busy in their roles, but the first thing they focused on was the installation of the true law.

The amount of seaweed, Song Hwa Lin, and Black Leopard helped. Everyone made a true statement by reducing sleep at night. The materials were procured from a nearby Black City, and the missing ones were sent by a public dinner.

Song Woo-kyung moved the elites of Song's house to the Wall Seed Checkpoint.

Father and Song Woo-kyung left at least a few people, and all the other families' quarrels and servants returned home.

I told you not to come back until I got back to you. Of course, I have given enough money to make my life possible.

Now all that remained here were strong fans. I gave them a choice. There's going to be a big fight now, so I let the one leaving leave.

About a fifth of the unmanned people left the family. The rest of them let them go joyfully. Loyalty was important, but their lives were also important because of their father or Song Woogyeong's usual theories.

While everyone was busy, I met Thousands of Horses in my room using a thousand cardiac ventricles. I wanted to thank you again.

[Thanks to you. Thank you.]

[What's wrong with you?]

[If you hadn't told him about the bloodsucker, he wouldn't have known you could use the Seasonal Marriage Law.]

And in the process, I also learned from him an ambush.

[It's a long shot.]

[Thank you.]

Saying thank you, saying sorry for what you did wrong. I think this is one of the most important things in human relationships.

Especially when it comes to mistakes. He knows how sorry I am, he understands. It's mostly a delusion. must be expressed in words. I'm sorry.

If you do not listen to it, it will remain a heartache that will never be erased. They say they just forgot about it... but they just pretend they don't know.

Not in my youth. Just passing through. Easy to forget, easy to re-establish relationships. But as you get older, the smaller things get bigger and bigger.

He said he had something to ask of me instead of teaching me martyrdom. Likewise, I had something I wanted to say to him one day.

But will there ever be a day when we can talk about it? Even if that day comes, can I say it?

[Don't flatter yourself that you got rid of one of the goons this time.]

[You, let's be honest.]

[What do you mean?]

You didn't tell me about the hemochromic agent, did you?]

Thousand words flinch. He's not used to deceiving the truth.

[Let's have a drink.]

[Good.]

I confirmed that I can drink alcohol last time. You can now drink with him inside the sacral ventricle at any time.

I brought a few bottles of alcohol and exerted the sacral ventricle again.

[Drinking in broad daylight isn't bad either.]

[I see.]

Thousands drank a few glasses of wine and finally revealed the hidden secret.

[At that time, the blood mistress challenged us. The school was turned upside down. The daredevil has challenged us in the face.]

I think so. That meaningless pride of martyrdom was one of those things that never really changed.

[At that time, the Heavenly Horse was my grandfather who invented academic secret art.]

[Oh, right.]

[The first person my grandfather sent was the black horse.]

The word "first" meant the heart. There was a second time. It was as I expected.

[Of course, I returned with the sword I thought I would win.]

[As far as I'm concerned, the imaginary horseman of the masonry has dominated the masonry.]

[Yes, I lost. He said that the magic she used was strange.]

So, I don't think we're done here.]

[Of course, the great grandfather himself left.]

I was surprised to hear that CheonMa went out on her own.

A black horse is the best in the bloodline, but since he lost, he should have stood up a thousand horses.

For a moment, Thousand Horses only emptied their glasses. I didn't rush him. Now I have a feeling that what he has to say is probably the most important part of this story.

A shocking fact came out of the mouth of Heavenly Horse.

[Grandpa lost.]

You lost a thousand horses?]

[No, actually, he did.]

[What do you mean?]

[My grandfather fell in love with the blood sacrifice.]

I was really surprised. I never imagined that such a story would be hidden in the work of martyrdom and bloodline.

[I don't know the details of either of them. But I think it has something to do with her leaving the principal's office.]

At this point, I have a question.

Why didn't the Church avenge her when she was killed by the sperm?]

[Revenge? I thought the blood work at the school was a shame.]

[You said the blood mistress had a daughter. Is that your grandfather's blood?]

[No, he said he already had a daughter. But you never know. Maybe they're distorting the truth from the school.]

Whatever the truth was, it was truly amazing.

I thought that the text left by the corpse in the cave looked like that of the master who left behind the quicksand, and that it might be because of the love with the blood sacrifice agent that made the academic arts unequivocally smooth.

[Thank you for telling me the truth.]

[You've been saying thank you lately.]

[Is that so? Thanks for letting me know.]

[Stop joking and drink.]

I poured a drink with him.

Some people might think,

What kind of a man makes love to a woman like that? If I had my heart, I could bring in dozens of beautiful women a day.

Well, there must have been thousands of them in the history of the martial arts. You can call them evil acolytes.

But I don't think Thousand Horses were like that at the time. I could have guessed what he was like just by looking at the letter he left.

Perhaps he truly loved the Bleeding Queen. Somehow.

Suddenly, I thought about it and asked the thousand horses.

[Have you ever loved a woman?]