peritoneal warfare
I thought about it, and then I told Mangosteen.
"Can't you go in there alone and convince him?"
"That's one way to do it, but I'm not so reluctant."
"Why?"
"I'm going to visit my master, but I've never seen a priest so violently stop him. I never thought of priests as being pushy to the end. Maybe he won't let me in unless he gets rid of the source of the scam."
In the eyes of the telepath who said so, there was a strange look of suspicion about me.
Mangosteen said.
"Is your inner circle the force of Mado?"
"That's not true. As you can see, the ability to fundamentalize the brain's malfunction. You know better than that, right?"
"Hmmm... I can't feel a thing."
My heart is burning with groaning. In fact, it would be best to leave the Hermit Secretary somewhere else in the current situation, but hopefully there will be doubts. However, I was not too reluctant to talk to the shrine.
But I couldn't help it.
I had the lowest grade internal medicine, but I was too easily affected by it, and I had to admit that Cheonwoojin's magic had a mystery that transcended the internal air. It is not a situation that can be broken through. I had to tell Mangosteen the truth.
"Good luck. Maybe it's the book he's holding back on me."
"......?"
I showed Mangosteen the heroic secretary in my arms. And he explained how he got the book, and Mangosteen was surprised to see a goldfish.
"This is the same letter as the incantation of the Imperial Court!"
"Can you interpret?"
"I don't know what that shaman did, but it's not what I'm capable of. If you have an Anonymous Priest, you can compare it to try to interpret it... This kind of stuff is evil."
A muttering telepath said.
"But I see you don't want to leave this book in your arms. Does that book mean anything to you?"
"Not exactly. But a fool would leave a precious book like that anywhere."
"That, too."
As I looked around, the scourge was convincing.
"I've been thinking about this for a while," he said.
"Then leave this book where only you know it. Why don't you return it after you've met the teacher?"
The telepathic horse made sense.
But I couldn't follow that word easily. Because I surrounded it as if it were nothing, but it was clear that the concrete secretary was the source of my retreat.
If I had left my Thousand Armored Secretary somewhere else and died suddenly, I would not be able to go back again. How dare you confront the owner of a magic spell that even my internal aircraft cannot resist? The chance of sudden death is very high due to the opponent's volatility. I was more worried about it than I was about someone stealing it.
'We can find what was stolen, but we can never make up for it if we end up dead.'
I was a little overwhelmed here, so I decided to convince her.
I told the Grimm.
"I don't want to bow to him like that. I'll break his magic somehow."
"What? Ridiculous!"
He was surprised and explained to me the mascot.
"The reason you used to wade through my wreckage like water was because my knucklehead pack had no stamina. Your mighty Qi has suppressed the drink. It's easy for Muslims to underestimate the authenticity of the Muslims because this is the majority of times.
However, the recitation of a priest is the essence of a clambake. If there's a God in alcohol, the story changes. No matter how powerful a fantasy may be, there's no way to interfere with reality. You were probably knocked unconscious. "
I didn't have anything to say because I was right.
"That's why the Muslims have to form a mindset in order to break such powerful hallucinations... I know it's the extreme in martial arts."
"Hmm."
I knew the meaning and purpose of what telemetry was talking about. It was simply a theory that went beyond the level of handling chi to the highest level of athletics. I didn't realize it because I didn't have the talent, but Jinzo or Lee Kwang were the true geniuses who could understand and realize it. Anyway, it's been a long journey for me now, so I was able to intuitively understand the message of the telepathy.
In other words, it was a question of whether or not they could break rocks by their own will. I can't concentrate with a shitty look on my face every day. All you have to do is focus your energy and smash the rocks. However, the difference between Jinzo Church and Lee Kwang was that it was possible to break rocks with will alone.
Nevertheless, a paramedic cannot be taken away from my body for a single moment. I shaken my head loudly.
"... Then I won't rely on a scout!"
"W-what?!"
The retinue stands still, trembling with its arms. He seemed angry and displeased.
"You little punk! If I could have your help, it would be more valuable than a thousand soldiers, but I don't want to lose my chance because I don't want the book! Wake up, please! If we fight normally, we will never win the gold medal."
"I must be persuasive. A frontal battle is a desperate power difference. What difference does it make with the help of a scout master? He can wipe out the Great Mountains of Gold with a single drink?"
"......"
"You can say whatever you want. I intend to challenge that hallucination until I can be reassuring. We might be able to break through to him."
The telepathy looks stuffy and eager to die. However, I twisted my chin to see if it had worked. Then he thought again and said,
"I don't understand your obsession with that book. Anyway.If that's what you're doing, I'll scrub in with you."
"Does it matter? You were beaten up so quickly."
"If I go in with you, at least the priest won't hurt you. Consider it my own compromise."
So he comes out and walks back into town. I was sorry I was too hard on him, but I couldn't help it. It is because there is no more emergency than that if you leave the Secretary of Heaven outside your body and then die without reversal. That's why I wanted to give up the scout's help.
Saaaa...
I think I walked about twenty feet, and suddenly I started to feel a little bit of stranglehold under my feet. I looked around and saw a new pledge disappear. And the landscape of a typical rural village was like a gloomy valley. I've made a huge effort to shake this vision, but nothing has changed.
Jubbuck
And a young man walks in from across the street. It was Cheonwoojin still dressed as a farmer. Cheonwoojin stared at me coldly and said.
"What an ignorant man. I admit that your inner circle is the Day of the Dead, but I can't break through with it even if I wake up dead."
"Why are you stopping me so much? Do you have the authority to send a visitor to your teacher?"
"As I said, the teacher is not available at the moment. The reason I want to stop you is because the amount of deceit that I feel in you is absolutely bizarre. It's not the disciple's policy to put such a risk in the teacher's lair."
I protested against Cheonwoojin because it was unfair.
"Fraud? Me and luck have been trying to do what's right to save the innocent! Does it make sense for you to be chased away by an evil energy?"
Choon Woo-jin replied confidently.
"So I want you to know that your life is still at stake. It's not horrible, but I've never felt anything like it in my life, so I'm just being cautious. If it was the energy of extraterrestrial life, you'd be out of breath in less than three steps."
"Ha, that'll do..."
Cough!
I vomited blood from my nose and mouth at that moment. A small blow came from the viscera. There was no sign of an attack, but I was beaten up. Luckily, it wasn't enough to ruin your life, but it was a covert attack that even the rats didn't know about.
"Why can't I do what I want? I control time and space in this dance."
This is dangerous!
I felt a sudden flash of fear. Even now, Cheonwoojin's appearance is outside of three chapters from me, but I didn't think I could reach there by any means. And the opponent was overwhelmingly disadvantageous because he could attack me whenever he wanted.
I asked Cheonwoojin.
"W-what kind of power is that? You look so young."
Cheonwoojin smiled.
"You look five years younger than me. I see you're the master of reflexes, as I thought."
"......"
"Just back off when you say something nice. You're the reason I'm facing a death sentence."
Cheonwoojin didn't seem to hate Mangosteen that much. Contrary to the talent difference, Cheonwoojin would be looking over his shoulder. It just seemed like a relationship between a normal priest and the death penalty. I asked around.
"How did you manage to lose hope?"
"I'm walking the never-ending maze. with the problem of applying punctuation."
"Please just get out of my way. We have no time to waste in a place like this."
"You better admit it's your side you're pushing. I'd rather not think I can't kill you."
Suzus
Cheonwoojin's threat was not just a level. As soon as he finished speaking, the fog that spread around my body changed like a spear. Of course, there was no way I could avoid the fog spears everywhere.
"Are you wrong?!" '
It was time for me to grip it and prepare for the battle with Cheonwoojin.
Oh, shit!
Suddenly, Cheonwoojin clapped his fingers and removed the fog spear. And he said,
"I'll let you out this time. The death penalty solved the blunt force. But the next time you bring trouble in, I'll never forgive you."
You solved the blunt force?
The landscape changed in front of me while I was confused. Then me and the mangrove are back at the town entrance, and the mangrove exhales halfway through.
"Phew... Phew... Priests are good at getting ahead of themselves..."
"Hey! You okay?"
I quickly found the pulse of the retinue. Fortunately, I was just exhausted, and there appeared to be no significant trauma or internal injuries. The mangrove rises from its position with its temples twitching like a dizzy head. I asked him.
"I heard you solved the problem with your blunt force, did you do it?"
The retinue nods.
"Yes. The priest really wanted to kill you, so I asked him to make a bet. I was supposed to get us both out of the hospital safely if I win."
"......"
He scratches his head and sighs.
"It was really difficult. I was worried I'd be wrong. Now I might be left behind by the priests even after studying the Armored Forces."
I felt my face flare. You don't have to say the terms when you lose. I would have died without changing my resistance within the circle, and the network would have been exhausted after suffering from the cycle. I felt ashamed to think that hopelessness saved my life.
'I pushed too hard.'
I had a feeling it was time to let go of my personal selfishness. In fact, without luck, this sixth life would have been twisted from the beginning. When I was bored, I was dying like a fly, and it was entirely thanks to my luck that I was able to navigate and socialize. As much as he thought of me as a colleague, I had to give up my greed somewhat.
I made up my mind a long time later.
"I'll ask for a scribe."
"Good thinking."
I soon buried my parakeet under a unique pine tree about five miles from it. If you come back later to regain your memory, it won't be that hard. Then, again, he enters the village with Manfrey.
Then, this time, it was surprisingly that the curtain did not open. Everywhere I look, the town is still normal and there are pedestrians wandering around. I was wary of everything, and I heard the voice of Cheonwoojin roar.
[You got rid of the scam. I will accept your presence.]
And his voice disappears like a wash, and he returns to a peaceful village indefinitely. The telepath next to you smiles bitterly.
"Don't be too upset, Hung Woong. Priests are geniuses who have been easy to master since the age of six. It's got a great innate vertebrae. There won't be two or three magicians on the entire continent to deal with priests."
"Is that all you got?"
"Otherwise, how can we continue the advancement of the goddess? In order to fight priests, a Muslim who is either a white monk or a white martyr will have to come."
"......"
I thought the tale of the dead wasn't exaggerated. To this extent, Cheonwoojin's hallucinations were transcendent enough to lightly crush the limits of what Muslims thought of as a left visit. If he's that good, how good can he be?
But I laughed so hard to be.
"Sounds like fun."
Today's defeat felt like a new realm rather than annoying and heartbreaking. Moreover, it's still a long way away, but didn't you know that if you can handle the spirit and spirit, you can fight such a supreme sorcerer!
After I booked a room in the guestroom, I began to practice internal medicine and martial arts without rest. It's because I felt like I had a half-year of experience with Cheonwoojin's hallucinations. The road forward was not far, but I could not stop and hang out. You won't be able to fix it 100 times before you die.
And it was only two months after that that that I was able to meet the scout master.