peritoneal warfare
The next day, I began to learn the rain of brainstorms and millennium. The morning began by sitting on the training ground and quietly listening to Lee Gwang's explanation.
"You saw Sawyer's thousand arrows unfold. What did he say?"
"Seems to be able to evade enemy attacks with ease."
I said my emotions honestly. Every time Jinzo made a thousand strikes, he dodged an enemy attack so quickly and gracefully that he could not be considered a Brainless Born I knew. No, he seemed to be joking around beyond the avoidance dimension. It was surprising that even the show-stopping machetes of the Jongnam tribe evaded their quartz.
Lee told me.
"A thousand years old is the essence of cerebral aneurysm. Removal is free and always one step ahead of the enemy, allowing it to overcome deadly points. If I don't master the thousand years, I won't be able to use my powers no matter how hard I try."
"I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Why is his name so great? It's too harsh a name for a foot soldier."
Yes, it is.
It is written that the name "thousand years old" means "to kill the blood of the thousand." Thousands of shares were in the vicinity of the anal bloodstream of the back of the head. Why is it that the Help Center is being read in this sense? Then Yi Kwang smiled and said.
"You will know when you learn. Just follow me carefully."
And the teachings of light began. It took me about seven weeks to get the shape of the millennium, and it took me about two months to get good at the millennium. During that time, I had hardly rested, and I was tired every day, so I had to sweat and fall out.
Lee, who thought the basic transfer was over, said.
"We now have the foundation for a thousand blows. Quickly rotate the flow of Jingi as you follow me."
"Yes."
Paaaaaaah
I felt a twist on the third step as I took seven steps to cast the thousand leagues. It was strange, but I clearly caught the flow of Jingi properly, and I was stumped when I walked. As I stumbled and fell, Lee Kwang pulled out my tongue.
"I see you don't understand the meaning of a thousand blows. You really have to teach me from start to finish."
"......"
Perhaps Lee wanted me to learn the meaning of Bigi on my own while learning the basics. But if that were the case, I wouldn't have to suffer like this. As I stood up, grumbling in my gut, Lee Gwang began to explain the thousand strokes of the brain.
"Look closely. Every step of the way is to spread your brain (Qi) in the vicinity of 1,000 bloods in the back of your neck. And that direction can change every time you cast it, and as the brain spreads, the reflexes of your entire body accelerate rapidly. Every step you make, you accelerate even faster."
Fabababad!
The thousand strokes that were unfolding were in the form of brain projections, but they were completely separate. Then I felt like I knew the meaning of my training. All the forms of the walk that I have learned so far, and the complete absence of the flow, breathing, and proper operation of the process, were the thousand strikes of Bigi. Rather than technology, it was itself a piece of work.
But I swallowed and protested.
"It's too hard! Do we have to expand the brain projection and create a thousand-year-old cybernetic movement, and it's hard to breathe in there, and at the same time, distribute the brain correctly in the bloodstream?"
It was a complex and difficult ratio to taste. Although it looks easy in theory, the point of hitting this biggie was that it [simultaneously] does all of that process. One process at a time required enough attention, but if I did that at the same time, I would be confused and go crazy. When I was fed up, Lee said softly.
"That is, the ratio of the brain kidneys. Theoretically, once you have mastered a thousand strokes, the capacity of existing cerebral kidney transplant winners will increase by at least three times. Because a thousand pounds per square inch enhances everything.
It is that difficult, and the instructor should not choose the one who teaches well. It is because the learner is likely to go crazy or get a coin mouth. "
"......"
"Your talents would not have revealed the existence of a thousand pounds, rather than teaching a thousand pounds. I don't know why I did it, but I was screaming and I blew it."
Lee Kwang turns his head quietly.
"Jinzo, who is a genius, has been clinging to this for a whole month to learn a thousand years. Maybe you can spend 10 times as much time as you need to learn this. Concentrate and do your best."
"I understand."
Bee cooked by Jinzo within a month - It was also an encouragement to Lee Kwang that if I was brave, I might be able to learn in a year. I decided not to whine anymore, so I learned to grip it and practice a thousand pounds. I was literally dependent on acquiring a thousand pounds of life other than the time to eat and resolve my period.
Cheer up!
It's been half a year.
I realized that time was passing without any income.
It's been a year.
I felt a bit preoccupied with the millennium, but I was still stuck on the fourth instead of hitting it. I didn't think I could do it at the time, so I asked the Jinseo office questions, but the Jinseo office was eager to explain it in its own way.
Time flies.
While practicing daily and committing crimes at the Blue Dragon Palace, changes in all seasons fluttered out of the window. The time remaining to practice the thousand leagues continues to be spent grooming the atonement of thunderstorms and cerebral neonates.
......
"Done... done."
Two and a half years.
It was only then that I gained a thousand pounds that I was able to master a thousand pounds of Chilbo. Lee, who was staring at my demonstration with trivial eyes, said with trivial eyes.
"Too slow. When you're a thousand and a half years old, you tried to send me to the next dance, but it took you two and a half years."
"... I'm sorry."
"Anyway. Go to the Dark Moon this time. You're alone."
My eyes changed in an unexpected way.
Dark Moon!
It was one of the most powerful safaris in the current Muslim world. In addition, I've been beheaded by a Blackguard assassin who was hired by the chief's grudge in my past life. I felt bad when I remembered that moment, but soon I turned my head and said,
"Wouldn't it be dangerous for me to go alone?"
Lee glanced at me with cold eyes.
"If you cast your thousand blows properly, you will be able to heal one body under any circumstances. It doesn't make sense for a transient brain to be beaten by a Dark Moon in the first place. You don't want your death penalty wiped from top to bottom, do you?"
"That's not it."
"I don't want to win the dance. If you make it back alive, I'll make this training a success."
It was only then that I could see Lee's intentions.
That is - This does not mean that we should apply for the right massacre in the Dark Moon to prevent victory or defeat. It is a practice to run an assassination tank and challenge the Black Gate of Madopal, which has a high level of individual status, and to come back alive from the tiger's den. By myself!
Lee Gwang's words were stuck in my ears.
"Remember, come back alive somehow. Then, I will pass on the next step of the electroencephalogram method."
Lee has spent half a year practicing the Dark Moon dance. Within half a year, we can find the Dark Moon, put up a fight, and return home with the results.
I spent the last three years at the Blue Dragon Cabinet, and my body was pretty mature and my clothes didn't fit a bit. So I went out to the village and fitted a piece of clothing that I could wear comfortably. Since I said goodbye to Jinso too, there was no need to bother.
"The Dark Gates."
I sensed that Lee Gwang's task was quite difficult. It was the second time I survived with the Dark Moon, and the Dark Moon was not the kind of gateway that openly operated because it was a sapphire. They secretly took over the Dark Arts and bought the salesman with illegal money, and then they got out of there under secret orders.
In other words, in order to practice martial arts with the Dark Gates, we must first find the Dark Gates.
And Lee Gwang-nim also commissioned me to do it myself.
I sat on the guestroom and pondered.
How do we find them? '
I came up with all sorts of ways, but it was just unrealistic and stunning for me who had never commissioned a dark house before. There is no way that Dark Intelligence Dealers will reveal who they are, and even if a young man who looks this far away wants to make a request to the Dark Night Gate, he will be suspicious.
I rolled my head for a moment.
How to find the Dark Gates, what is it?
"... Yes!!"
I realized I didn't have to go back and forth.
Chief!
As soon as I blackmailed the chief and robbed the silver vault, the chief commissioned a Black Gate assassination tank. The only thing that made the request so quickly was the knowledge of the way to contact the Dark Moon or the contents of the transaction. If I go to the Chief now and ask him how to contact the Dark Night Gates, he's likely to know for sure.
Of course, you can gradually encounter the Dark Gates by increasing your knowledge of the relevant fields while being a longtime parasite in the city's darkness. However, if there was a sure way, it was better to try it first. I negotiated my first goal with the chief and headed back to my hometown.
Dagdaq Dagdaq
On my way to borrowing a horse, I saw a mountain pass in the audience, and it was new. And a few bandits come running out, roughly wielding their swords as they try to scream.
Tsukak
You swing your sword on the horse, but the three bandits cut their heads clean off and fly through the air. You hear the bandits screaming behind you, but you don't care. You don't have to play with them for long anyway.
Have I changed again? '
I thought I was getting pretty numb to murder. I didn't object to killing people, but I didn't think much about it this time. Maybe it's because I have so much power that I can harden and kill people when I tap them.
It didn't take long to leave the crowd and reach my hometown. It's because I came on horseback and diligently without rest for a day. Seeing the border of the village, I thought I saw a lot of this memorial stone.
"Hey, cow poop..."
"Close your mouth."
Phew!
Puck!
Baaak!
"Ugh..."
The village youth who had troubled me in the past tried to put up a fight, but I knocked them out quick before they scratched me off. It turns out that stunning without killing them requires quite a bit of effort. I sigh, looking down at them.
"I don't want to kill you. Thank goodness."
I take a sigh of relief because I was worried that I might suddenly go around killing cows in the village. Because of the intense excitement I felt when I was avenging this village before, I couldn't control it if I shouted the massacre from within. Fortunately, now I don't think much about how many times I've avenged myself in my previous life.
Then I went straight up the town hill to the chief's house. The chief's house was busy preparing dinner. I realized that it was very similar to the situation of the day when I had annihilated the chief and plucked out the eyes of gold. At that time, the sea of blood that I created overlapped with the scenery of a brief dinner.
I stood quietly and stared at the chief. The chief recognized me and approached me.
"It's cow poop! Where have you been? Are you back now?"
"I went to do my job."
"Ha! All you have to do is get the cow poop out of this house..."
Shhh.
"......"
His face turned pale as I moved the new prison in an instant and compressed the long distance from the chief. I was surprised to see those around me. I grinned as I knuckled the chief's pale cheek in front of my nose.
"Let's not talk about that. Let's talk constructive."
"You... you've become a master..."
"I don't know. It's hard to stand like this. Don't you have room to sit?"
The chief regained his complexion and insisted.
"Come into the room."
I followed the chief into the room. He threw himself down anxiously, not being able to stand still for a single moment while I was overwhelmed. Well, I know I can take my own life any time I want to.
"Whoa… what do you want?"
"Chief, I've heard rumors that you're quite connected to the open and the Moorish."
"Who told you that? I don't really interact with those people..."
I opened my mouth.
"Dark Moon."
"......"
"Help me get in touch with them. Then I will leave without doing anything, and I will never come to this village again."
The chief chewed off my cooking face as if to examine the truth. Then he shakes his hand trembling at the beginning of the year, nodding.
"Okay, got it. I don't know what you're trying to do with them, but I want you to do exactly what you say. Don't ever show yourself in this town again."
"Whew... I wouldn't even ask you to come. But you have to be sure about that."
The chief was looking out the door for a while to see who wasn't listening. And after a long time, he said, struggling.
"In order to make contact with the Black Night Gate, you have to go to the town of Jongwall. There you have to find a green lake called Hangwang Day and pay for five silver coins and say [find the black person]. From then on, I know I'll visit you through the Dark Gates."
"Are you sure?"
The chief trembled and said.
"If you're not sure, I think you're going to slaughter my family. Isn't that right?" "
The chief probably noticed some sort of homicide and madness lurking deep within my eyes. There are some things I don't intend to hide, but I have a chief opinion that supports this town. I said with a bloody smile to be.
"Don't worry. You're too small for revenge now."
"Khh... pretending to be a big deal."
"Whatever you say. I'll be going then."
Pa 'at
I said hello and left.
I quickly moved away from the chief's house with a brain projection, and I realized that my hatred was significantly reduced compared to the past. Originally, they were bastards who would tear limbs apart without question, but today they were just annoying neighbors.
I thought that my hatred was reduced this much because they were more powerful and vicious enemies than they were because of the canopy. I felt frustrated thinking about the shaman, the golden letter, and the general.
'Hah. It's annoying.'
I stopped instead of running. It's only about 20 leagues to the Joker Village, so you'll be there soon, but it's because I have more important things to do.
I want to check.
I want to see what happened to the village.
It is not right for those who need to devote one minute to training, but I want to see again with my own eyes what happened to the village I left behind. I wanted to use it as a catalyst to capture the confused mind.
"Let's go."
So I decided to stop by the village at a later time, and suddenly I started making my way to the 'village of tragedy'. As a bonus, if there is a Catholic left, I think I want to talk to him. I didn't think it was a bad idea to gather more information since I had half a year.
It took about 10 weeks to get to the Milky Way near the village of Terror. I remained silent, gazing at the icy stream of the river. About three leagues from here, that town will show up.
The last time I saw him, I saw his miserable appearance burned to the ground without a trace.
Again, I ran 10 days and nights to check it out.
To confirm my sin (32618;), and to raise my hostility to the throne of gold to increase my training concentration.
I'm sorry...
When I think about the tragedy, I feel like I'm getting used to it.
But I realized something was wrong.
"Huh…?"
The closer you get to the town, the more people you see. You can also see the hawkers. Critically, the cooking smoke rises from the town, and you can see a six-story perimeter in the center of the town from a distance.
Waggle Waggles
I reached the entrance of the village and stopped squatting.
"Oh my...!!"
The village of doom is neither burned nor piled up with corpses.
I was safe to be.
The people of the village who lived a thriving and happy life, as if nothing had happened in the past 3 years, confused me.
What the hell is going on here?