Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

I was surprised by the words' Angler Dog ', not only the blood, but also the hostility and the sloth.

A puppy was one of the bloodthirsty German artisans who had to consume a great deal of internal air and cardiac strength, as well as the congenital age.

It is literally to be used as a number of spleens from the beginning.

"How many do you intend to solve?"

The question of quietness was answered by a hawker looking around.

"Everything."

I was very upset and asked.

"Are you sure you want to summon everything here?"

"Yes, I intend to summon them all and solve them. Otherwise, you won't break the law."

"Oh, my God!"

I stared at the bloodstream and the sloth in surprise. They knew about the hounds. I knew exactly what she meant by 'all'.

He was a bloodhound hungry for murder.

A puppy can be summoned with one person's blood.

In other words, I will summon them all, meaning I will summon as many people as I have here. Only two hundred for the blood.

The summoned Puppy is determined by the Blood Master who becomes the material. If dogs are puppies made of the blood of ordinary people with an easy analogy, the puppies of these bloods are tigers.

Of course, puppies made of the blood of the enemy, the blood of the brood, and the blood of the West Fire will be much stronger.

I couldn't help but ask you this again.

"Do you really think that's such a great idea?"

"I don't know if that's so great. We haven't been inside."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"At least the man who made that right is a great man. If it's a trap, I think the truth is the truth of death. Death will have to face death."

I was nervous, not only about the crucifixion, but also about the blood loss. From start to finish, the haemaker did not allow any carelessness.

She has already made up her mind, and she commands the Blood Sword.

"I will summon the hounds of all here. Prepare them all."

“You have a solemn command!"

The Blood Swordsman gives an order to the nearby Sioux. As the command is sent down, the 200 blood blades begin to move in a daze.

They brought a big pot. It was a terrifying pot of hell-hounds that gnawed on people.

"Collect blood!"

You gather there from the Blood Swords close to the Blood Swordsman's command.

They cut off their forearms with their hands and collected the blood in a pot.

I collected blood as I turned, about 200 of them.

The red tape, the blood, and the sloth also gave blood. Especially the slothful expression, but I could not refuse the order.

It's because the trafficker gave up his blood first, as well as couldn't refuse.

As all the blood gathered, the dealer began to chant in front of the pot.

Then she and the pot began to overflow with red energy.

Everyone breathed and watched.

They were all practitioners of witchcraft related to blood, including treachery, bloodshed and defeat.

However, the trafficker was in a different dimension than the one they had learned.

The fundamental depth of evil was different.

I feel like this is really evil.

Ssssssssshhhh!

The red energy from the pot coalesces like an enemy, spreading it all over the place. Soon, it gathers together and forms a shape.

It was the door.

The burning flame reminds me of the gates of hell. The trader's spells have sped up. She is currently consuming a tremendous amount of innate keepers and history.

As soon as the spell reaches its limit, the gates of hell are wide open.

"Grrrrrrr!"

A big dog walks out the door.

Her eyes and body were full of red energy, but the one revealed was sharp as a blade.

A puppy looks like a dog, but it's a different dimension than a normal dog. They were stronger and more vital than tigers. They are called witches, not beasts.

Dogs walk out behind you.

Two, three, four, five…… puppies constantly come out of the door.

More than a hundred puppies came out, but they kept coming out. The energy emitted by one was unusual.

Even the blood swords watching him shivered. It was an event unfolding by the same blood dealer, but he had to feel great fear and fear just by looking at it.

Now more than two hundred dogs have come out of the door. by the number of people who provided the blood. There were some particularly large and scary looking puppies.

They were made of the blood of the Red Cross, the blood of the Red Pass, and the Blood of the West.

And the last dog proudly walks out. His body was as big as a cradle, and in both eyes he was emitting a powerful frenzy that overwhelmed all puppies.

It was a puppy made of the blood of a trafficker.

The other puppies split to the left and to the right.

Dogs made of the blood of the Red Trees, Bloods, and West Fires followed behind.

The mongrel's puppy howls loudly.

Rrrrgh!

The rest of the hounds start to howl as one.

Starting with the puppies running in the lead, 200 puppies ran over the walls of the gate that was taller than an adult's height.

Watching it was spectacular.

There was no doubt about the truth. As the hounds climb over the wall and run down the middle of the sergeant, they disappear as one.

As if they were being sucked into something, all the hounds that were running after them disappeared inside.

Cough.

The vibrations were vibrating.

I stood side by side with the white man in the second legislative zone, watching the first district.

The entrance to the maze was a complete mess. From the entrance, the bloodsucking dogs are pushing in.

Thousand horses recognized these dogs.

[It's a dog.]

[mutt?]

[It is said that this puppy was used when she was dealing with the Bleeding Queen. All the masters of the school I went with were killed by this puppy.]

[Evidence that the blood dealer is the heir to the Bleeding Queen.]

[Yes.]

The labyrinth was triggered, leaving memorization on the floor as well as on the walls around it.

All sorts of memories flew in and stuck in their puppies, but they didn't die by a few strokes, they bled and ran everywhere.

Then another puppy rushes in after one of them is dead. There were too many of them.

Dogs rush to the body and hit the wall.

Boom, boom!

Another hound runs over the cracked wall and slams into it. I wasn't looking for a way, I was destroying everything.

The original maze becomes more aggressive if you try to crush it with force.

(Screaming)

Dozens of drools flew through the puppies. I ran against the wall, crying out for pain. The cracked wall collapses.

One dog falls and the other dog takes his place. I was literally swarming like a wave.

It was like I was asking.

Shoot as many memories as you can, can you kill us all?

The red energy was spreading rapidly.

He looked at him with worried eyes and said.

"I don't think I've ever seen such a vicious attack before in the war against the Bridge."

"I think so."

When I easily empathized, a thousand horses intervened.

[Ridiculous. We were ten times as big as this!]

Ten times?]

What's wrong with this? No matter how much we lose, it's our blood religion!]

[Yeah, you guys were scared too. Admit it, but it's not that big of a deal.]

The landscape unfolded before me as if I were seeing a view of hell.

It was really frightening to see puppies spewing scary lives being pushed endlessly and immortally.

"At this rate, the truth will be broken."

I turned my back on the worries of the whites.

Far back, the seaweed, the hypharynx, and the black leopard were making their second move.

The seagull that my eyes met shakes my head as I walked this way. They were all sticking together and rushing to make a true statement, but it was not possible to complete it within today.

Nevertheless, he didn't let go until the end because of the possibility that the primary law would prevent the enemy from attacking and the second attack could be a few days later.

If that were the case, this hardship would not be in vain, but it was only a matter of time before the first legislation broke in the current situation.

"It would have been better if the primary method had been flamethrowers."

If the first was a flame pit, like the horse of the gall, it would have survived better by burning the puppy.

In fact, the maze was a favorable practice for people. The Maze's bitter attack is also an attack, but the psychological fear of being trapped in the maze will be profound.

However, for the never-ending puppy dog, such fear was of no use.

"There's nothing to be sorry about if Gene gets delayed. The truth has done enough for me. Imagine if they attacked us immediately."

In my words, the amount of gallstones and whites nodded.

If I was a whitewash expert and experienced, I would have been able to fight them well.

However, most undocumented people will not be able to fight properly just by watching those hounds rush in.

"It's a great way to survive that attack."

I agree with the whitewash admiration. I knew it was a great truth, but I didn't expect it to be this great.

The Emperor boasted of his jealousy.

[Isn't this the truth of the school?]

[Yes.]

[Trust me. I can't get through to those bastards.]

Cough!

Then the walls of the maze collapse with a loud bang. The maze has already been breached for more than a third of a day.

Especially the three puppies in the lead stood out.

He was bigger, faster and stronger. What I did was different. They've been cleverly avoiding memorization and leading other puppies. At first, the wild dogs started fighting cleverly, avoiding memorization under their command.

It was only a matter of time before we let it through.

[Yeah, I can't let your truth get through to that son of a bitch.]

I sneezed into the truth.

Of course, I couldn't tell the piano apart, so I shot the memory even towards myself.

That's why I didn't go into the truth and kill the hound.

It cost twice as much to kill a dog as it did to prevent a genuine attack. Moreover, it was a very inefficient choice to allow me to use the limited memory inside the true law.

The user doesn't know what kind of hand the target has.

If the opposing Pokémon destroys the maze with a sudden burst of energy after they have used up all their inner space while keeping the true law, this will be the worst case.

Get it, get it, get it!

I flew into the air toward three particularly looking puppies, bouncing off the memorial spills from everywhere. We'll just get rid of them and get out of here again.

The first dog that was breaking through the wall, avoiding memorization, rushed towards me.

I smelled a terrible stench coming from my mouth that was opened to bite me. Unlike the others, his scent is laced with poison. If I hadn't been so poisonous, I would have lost my mind because of that smell.

Boom!

You smashed the head of the first puppy with your fist.

Deep, deep, deep!

The flying memorial shields his corpse and strikes back at the second puppy. Memory and other puppies rush in.

Uahhhhhh!

The puppies that stopped them were cut off, and the flying memory lingers in the place where I passed.

The second dog I aimed at turned to flee, feeling fear. The result of fighting me was that I showed my back like a man or an animal.

Shhhhh!

Uhhhhhhh!

My sword split his torso vertically. No matter how strong they were, they were not men, but beasts.

What was more intimidating to me was the memories that were flying towards me.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk!

Hurry up!

Dozens of needles bounce off the floor, and memorization spills out from all sides like rain.

When I ran away from the attack of Jinhwa, the third puppy I was aiming for rushed towards me with no room to escape.

Kuaaak!

He bit my arm without cause.