Amcheon Township
It was a month after I left the Synagogue.
Jubbuck
When I walked out of the synagogue and walked about thirty chapters later, I looked back and saw no sign of the great Sindhan Village. The conclusion that protects the new singular is to hide the existence. A powerful astrologer will have to come to break through this barrier.
I hear a live bird. A deep forest silence enveloped me.
"......"
I turned my head. And I thought over and over again as I walked towards the view.
'For a month, I was taught the twelve commandments of the shamanism, and learned a few more tricks...'
The twelve weeks were to challenge me several times as a test. Even though the Sovereign Union was only on my side, he seemed to be on the outskirts of the new law. If I had been mistaken, I would have realized the shortcomings in the encephalogram I had unfolded just by observing his new laws.
Sometimes I ask questions after the duel, and he answers them.
I still remember my conversation with the Twelve Commandments.
[Why didn't I get a Monday?]
[Yes. With a power of twelve, that should be enough.]
[sighs]
The twelfth Lord never took off his doll while he was with me. There is no way to see the face of the semi-man that Lee Joo-hee mentioned. He folds his arms in a puppet suit and replies.
[If you bring the moon yo-yo in Dong-young over here, of course it will be easier for us. But Dong Yeong Land will go crazy under the tree of the Apostle.]
[Moon, a thousand blade of gunpowder is also used to suppress death like a sea otter?]
[Of course, it's not as powerful a solution as Shinhan's, but the thousand barrels are doing the same. The reason Humans can live in the Motherland is because of that sword.]
[......]
You don't have to do anything to be good at your job, do you?]
I finished recalling.
'If that's what you're saying, it's months, and you don't need to get it right away.'
It was possible for forces such as the ambush to arise again after a clumsy move of Monday. Maybe all I have to do is keep track of that location rather than getting a Monday. But I muttered my concerns that I did not tell the Twelve Lords.
"Strange... Miho must have bewitched the Emperor of Dongwon Land, that month. If the Thousand Gun Sword is really Chilyo, why didn't he ascend?"
Miho was eager to return to the heavenly world. And it was because he had the strength to do so, he insisted on trying to get the Sea Otter. If one of them was a thousand swords, it would not have been necessary to come to the land of consideration to raise Dan's clan and his physique. It was clear that there was something secret about the location of the Monday.
To know about Monday, you need to meet Miho again and ask him.
But I became concerned with nothing less.
Will you be able to survive the reunion with Miho?
When I last broke up, Miho seemed to notice that hope had come to help me. And maybe half of it was considered treason. Though I was spared by the fickle nature of Miho, I don't know when I will be killed by Miho. It was the most stable situation not to see Miho and his face.
"Era... something will happen."
I began to travel hundreds of leagues as I pondered. I thought I was almost done considering anyway, so now I need to polish medicine more thoroughly.
Tadadad
It took about three days to arrive from Mt. Changbaek. It took me at least a month to walk, but my speed was more than ten times that of ordinary people. This was also a relaxing run, so I didn't think I'd be able to make it in a day.
It was when I entered the city and went to the place of the Fahrenheit family.
"......!!"
I was surprised. Why aren't the people dressed in white waiting for me in front of the Fahrenheit family? Their numbers were about 10 and all seemed Muslim. The Fahrenheit building was intact, but the people around it did not even look at it as if they were avoiding the necromancers of the White House.
'What?!'
I met the white man in the lead. He looked exactly my age, but he was a dedicated and handsome young man. He checked my appearance and appearance and said:
"Are you a centurion?"
Something ominous. I answered calmly without panic.
"But who are you?"
When I said yes, White's young man suddenly spoke in Korean rather than consideration.
"I've been waiting for you to come back, Hung. It's a pleasure to meet you."
It was polite and polite. I did not slow down my nerves and spoke in the Korean language facing me.
"Are you a middleman?"
"Precisely white."
Hundreds!
I shed a tear because my expectations were right. Somehow, I felt that the innards of the top ten people were so high that I could hardly feel them. In addition, white men and women seemed to be in their 10-20s, and since they were very young, there was only one possibility they could think of.
The young elite who grew up with the use of crucifixion in the Liberty Church, the Libertian! They have heard that they are currently working with numerous middle-aged masters at the head of the Libyan Church who have swallowed four halves of the Jungle Forest. Dozens of people poured out that they could easily fight the Grand Gate Elders by polishing the Soviet missionary in the air.
I said, looking at the fahrenheit.
"You wouldn't do harm to the Fahrenheit people, would you?"
The young man laughed.
"I didn't do that. They're all deserted."
"Good for you."
"We came from the Middle East because we wanted to have a good conversation with Hung Woong."
"Good story?"
"Oh, you're late for your introduction. My name is Xiong Xiong, and I lead the Qin Dynasty."
Once again, she said.
"Actually, about yesterday, Gwangmyungshin, the housekeeper of the Fahrensea family, and the Witch Doctor spoke separately. And I found out that you know the whereabouts of the Black Nation. So I was just waiting to take Mr. Hung to the Witch Doctor."
"......!!"
I gripped my teeth.
The White Martial Arts Master!
One of the most powerful men in heaven is here. I thought it might be a hundredfold. It could be one of the other two. It is clear that the Lion of the Court would like to speak with me now, and there would be an unusual conspiracy (Yin & '92; 35624;).
When I was silent, she said.
"Come with us. I'll treat you with respect."
"Just a moment, please. I'll have to make sure the people are safe by myself."
"Then go inside. I look forward to seeing you soon."
The white man made way. I looked through a dozen of the cardinals one by one, and I thought it was also a huge internal air.
"If I go head-to-head with these guys, there's a good chance I'm gonna die at nine..."
Scary bastards.
He seemed to have a much higher internal air than the elders of the Jongnam tribe, and he knew he could still control his own chi. There are some of the top masters here. How much more if they had learned group fights or accepted group fights, I could not afford to be naked for now. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be able to rule the Middle Jungle Forest.
I went inside to make sure everyone was okay. Fortunately, no one was hurt or killed, and everyone was safe. It was just anxious whether they knew of the white man's demonstration of force. As I stepped inside, there were the immediate families of the White Signature sitting there.
Hwang Young-young, the son and granddaughter of Hwa-signature.
Looks like the guards didn't come here.
When I got the four of them to look at me, I felt burdened. But first, I greeted the florist who was sitting in the chair.
"Sorry I'm late. The disciple came back."
"Well... welcome. Sit there."
"Yes."
The heavy air flows as I sit on the chair. Though the signature did not look badly ill, it was a strange complexion whether he was seriously considering the situation. He looked at me and said,
"Baek Woong, you should know that there are Vaginans in front of the house."
"It's called the Libyan Veil."
"In addition, yesterday, a magician in a black lake mask visited me. I feel like a different person than the one who came to take me away because of the former Bishop."
"... What the hell is the Swiss doing here now, looking for us?"
I burst into a rage because I was ridiculous.
As soon as I started my previous life, I really didn't want to get involved with the jungle, I came to think about it through Dongdong. I don't remember anything about the Libyan church. Suddenly, I don't understand that the elite legions of the Bavarian Church and the Lion of the Law came to me.
Hwaseong said.
"Well... I think it was the spasm you gave me."
"Yes?"
"The Howler explained to me what was going on before and after. I took the roots of the Black and White Crescent from you and sold them to the Middle Jungle Forest in a way only I know how... and I must have bought them at the top of the White Crescent Guild. And the roots must have flowed in and gone to the plains."
"......"
I opened my mouth in ridicule.
"It is said that the Sovereign Church's Little Bishop was saved by its roots. And when the bishop regained his strength, the bishop immediately decided to go to the Middle School without hesitation."
"Well, that happened."
I said out of embarrassment.
"Isn't there a lot of bad stuff inside the Libyan church? Why would he be better off eating it?"
Hwaseong sighed.
"You didn't explain that much. But the magician said that he really wanted to repay us because our fahrenheit helped the Bavarian Church so much."
"In return?"
"He wanted to talk to you first. And afterwards, our fahrenheit said it would help us get back to the Middle East. He promised me a hundred years of wealth by treating me as a great Chinese gentleman."
"Hmmm..."
Until then, the son of Hwaseong, who was listening quietly, looked at me. He was also an accomplished congressman who received a ten-foot spike and Hwastao Kumhee. He said in a desperate voice.
"I heard from my father that you saved our family. Please make the right choice again and save us. The fate of three Fahrenheits is in your hands."
"Baek Woong... please."
I was eager to ask both inside and outside of the son of Hwaseong. The Bible says, "Do not talk nonsense, but proceed with a smooth talk with the Lion." But it was also true that the fate of dozens of fahrenheits was in my hands. I looked at the signature with heavy eyes and said.
"Master, may I speak with you alone for a moment?"
"Let's do it."
Me and the signature went deeper inside, both inside and outside the family. It was the most secret and profound room in the Fahrenheit family building, a personal space of flower signatures. In the darkroom, a flower sign lit only a candle opened its mouth.
"I... don't believe in the Liberians."
"......"
"They are not evil beings, but they do not easily acknowledge weaker beings than themselves. It's a sheer force of mathematics. This time, the Magistrate seduced us plainly, but it was probably a trap."
"A trap?"
"To tell the tale of the fahrenheit, did one of the Great Sage of Six Patriarchs or one of the Four Musketeers come? They even came thinking of colliding with the twelve pagans in the open country."
"... which means..."
"I guess you noticed. If you refuse to tell their story, you must be thinking of exterminating the Fahrenheit."
I shed a tear. Because the story of the flower sign was right.
Certainly, if I were a member of the Libyan Empire, I would not be much pushed even against the twelve times. It was because the Pantheon was ridiculously strong, but the magician's skills were most likely extraordinary. It won't be enough to exterminate a Fahrenheit in one night and get out.
I told you.
"Then why did I stay calm until I got back?"
"You want to make things as comfortable as possible. Wouldn't it be better for us to be lured by sweet bait and die on a deserted ship than to face the Twelve for nothing? And you'll want to know what information you have."
"So that's how you die."
"Yes... my son is aware of that, too. Taebo's got a good head."
His expression was full of grief.
I suddenly thought he was pathetic. The life of the White Signature who lived well in the Middle Church was completely twisted by the Christianity. And now I don't know why, but it was amazing that I was put at risk of being killed by the Soviet Union.
I thought about it for a while and said,
"It's the most realistic way to contact twelve percent and get rid of the authors."
"That's what I thought. But we don't have any evidence that they're attacking us directly, and the twelve elite are willing to risk their lives to fight the Swiss who are the strongest in the Middle East. At least it's a bluff until they make a direct attack."
"I'll talk to Jeong Cheol-wook."
"Don't act rashly. They'll exterminate our entire clan if we don't."
"So what the hell are we supposed to do?"
Suddenly, the signature leans against the wall.
"I don't know... I feel like I've been harmed. How did this happen..."
It was time I tried to say "Moore."
Bloop.
Suddenly, I opened the door and saw one person's drawing. It was the granddaughter of Hwang Young-young, who opened the door of the dark room with her back to the light. She stared at me with unflattering eyes and said:
"You really are a fool, aren't you?"
"Young-young, what are you doing? I can't get out of here..."
Kuang
The flower signature, which was trying to communicate with Hwang Young-young, suddenly became confused and collapsed in front of him. I took a quick look at him, but I didn't notice anything wrong with my body, I just fell asleep under an enchantment. I've never heard of Choi Young's ability to use such advanced technique.
I said, staring at the barracks.
"Miho?"
Vyririck!!
The next moment, Hwang Young-young went into the air and turned into a cute girl. It was the human form I had seen in the past. She was pretending to be part of the Fahrenheit family by transforming into a fireplace.
"You fool! Why did you get caught up with the Chinese?"
Miho asked me as if to blame, but I said without losing.
"What did you do with Hwang Young?!"
"Don't worry. She's sleeping in the storeroom. What the hell is going on here?"
Miho was a nervous talker. Lightning fell from Gumiho's position for centuries.
"How can a rabid rabble come and kill him?" You're one tough son of a bitch. "
"I agree you're strong... but why were you turned into a fireplace?" "
I guess Miho hesitated for a moment and said.
"That's my heart. Actually, I have something I need to take you to."
"Something to do?"
"I'll tell you about that later. Anyway, we need to solve this crisis right now."
Miho said that and turned around.
"Follow me!"
"Follow me where?"
Miho said bluntly.
"That's it, then. What are you sitting on? So you want to fight the Hundreds?"
"That's crazy...!! If I'm the only one running away, people are going to die!"
As I held my fist tightly, Miho slapped me in the chest as if it were stuffy.
"Foolish bastard! Why don't you think about it with your own head instead of just listening to people? Do you think this stupid fag is all right? You really think the Russians are gonna let a bunch of fireworks wipe people out?"
"......"
"You are the most important thing in this ruling. You're the one who leaked the Black Sovereign Union into the Middle East. If you don't get caught by the Soviets, you'll get nothing. Am I wrong?"
"No, you're right."
"That means the Fahrenheit will have to use them as hostages later, so if you run away alone, you won't die for a while. But as an old senator, he can't be sure of the safety of his clan, so he didn't tell you how. Do you understand now?"
Miho's words were logical. I stood there dazed.
Obviously, Miho said it was the worst form of encountering an advocate just by following the windmill. If the Howler had his way, he could have killed me or tortured me. One way or another, I had to escape, buy myself some time, and figure out a way to shut down the next steps of the Libyan Church. This situation is a foreign figure to the painter, but not to me.
"Perhaps the priestly's affections clouded my judgment..."
I followed Miho to the back of the building.
"Come out!"
Then Miho remembers something about drinking, and with a thump, a reversal and regression that he had seen before. Miho summoned more alcoholic appetites and said.
"Let's send these guys in to buy us some time. Follow me."
"Got it."
Wedge
The eardrums, the donkeys, and the paperbacks thump out. A few moments later, the sound of the Black Bell echoes with the thunderclap, and you hear the sound of Mijo's Summoning rituals fighting the Pleiades. When Miho flew out of the wall, I followed behind him, too.
Pa 'at
"Where are you going!"
Suddenly Miho and one new brother appeared in front of me. His sword bears a powerful sword. It was the woman who declared herself to be the goddess of the Contemporary times. Miho laughs later and laughs at Lee Yi Song.
"That's one hell of a dog. You wanna go to hell?"
"That can't be... but you won't get away with it."
Lee aims his sword at Mi-ho, and wedges and swarms forward. Then Miho smiles coldly and summons nine sparks around his body. As if it had been an unexpected attack, she hurriedly backfired with a black flame.
"You're quite a man. But die!"
Kwaguang
"Kuaak!"
Miho swings his hand, and massive pressure spills out, and the body bounces off and blows away. Something appears to have summoned a gigantic, intangible form and attacked it. The transfer bounces off a few times and falls into the civil area, where it no longer moves.
Miho snorted.
"Hmph! What a prick."
"......"
I was so fed up that I looked at Miho.
The sword skills of the transfer just now did not deteriorate that much compared to me. No, just by looking at the sword, he was able to lead a militant group of Liberians as a newcomer to the pinnacle. Miho's power that destroyed such a master in an instant was indeed a monstrosity.
'First, let's focus.'
I cast a reclusive spell following Miho. It was a technique that lowered his presence and skills. Miho was thrilled to see me use alcohol.
"Hahaha, you've grown as much as a rat's tail, haven't you? I guess twelve shares taught me that."
"Yes, I heard you're going for the sea. Aren't you going to Mt. Jang Baek?"
"Hmph... It's hard to break into the Shrine. The Mainland has decided to use a different method."
"What way?"
Miho said.
"Let's talk after we leave the view. I can't stand the thought of such enormous energy."
I looked back. Then he said in a trembling voice.
"I agree."
The enormous energy that Miho and I are feeling at the same time -
It was trembling a dozen leagues away, and so far I felt a chilling power. It is probably the Qi of the one who is a magician. Even the great monster, Gumiho, was possessed by a human being with the power to alert him.
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