Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
I returned to the Trembling Song with a glimpse of hope. When I returned to the fancy tune and left the human at bay, I was amazed at the prospect of letting him go.
"Do you really think getting into that armor will change the course of time?"
"I think we're almost there."
"That's fine. Let's talk about it enough first and then decide."
Mangosteen seems to be sitting in front of the house and sorting out his thoughts for a moment.
And he said,
"Hundred. Did you notice anything different when you were blessed with the bow?"
"Not really..."
I felt uncomfortable answering.
I didn't think a blessing from the harbor was a good feeling.
Hangwoo!
He was the strongest, most powerful monarch and massacre in history. His defeat in the frontal battle was only when the whole country was tilted, and the army he led was substantially undefeated. In addition, there was a swell war (24429; ≠) that defeated tens of times fewer enemies with only 30,000 troops. Fighting as an unmanned man, a strategist, and a field commander could have been regarded as the greatest existence in history.
But at the same time, he was an unprecedented massacre. Ordinary people have committed dozens of massacres, which they hesitate to do once, and they've buried or fried their inhabitants. He was a frightening creature that buried tens of millions of humans alive in that age just for the sake of fragrance and example. There were historians who considered it almost impossible to find humanity or compassion for him.
The worst killing machine that's lost its humanity!
That was the assessment that historians are currently making on anthropology. I knew that, so I couldn't just accept that it was a blessing from a ruthless and cruel adversary. He looked at my face and said,
"I think we should keep an eye on things. If you don't think you can handle the blessing, you'll have to send it back in a ceremony."
"Consciousness?"
"The Hangwoo now blesses you in exchange for eating the season of public consciousness. It's a kind of bilateral agreement. Since you've enjoyed enough of the blessings of the Hangwoo, I can't let you go until the Hangwoo is satisfied. If so, we should resume the public ceremony equal to last night's maneuver and ask the Hangwoo for his blessing."
"Why don't you just ask the Hangwoo to take his blessing instead?"
Then he sighed.
"An ordinary freshman would take that offer for granted. But the opponent is the port. I can cast a great curse on you to become one of those things that twists and turns. We need to discuss the risks with the best of our minds."
"......"
I was clearly blessed by God, but I had never felt so uneasy before. As my expression rotted, hopelessness turned to talk.
"I have one question, by the way."
"What?"
"As you said before, if you proceed to the 13th time, the imperial palace does not have a map."
"Huh?"
I realized something I never thought about. When I opened my eyes wide, the telepathy calmed down.
"As you say, a superhero can level the world as long as he completes it. And at this point, the superhero can only get drafted and take years to complete. If the Seven Musketeers stolen from the liberator were in the Imperial Palace, the alchemist or the Chamberlain would immediately complete the Supernatural."
"Hmmm... It's possible that your arm chart doesn't have that power, right?"
"It can't be. It is a symbol of great power, the stone of the sage."
He looked me straight in the eye and said,
"How much do you know about the Palm?"
"Hmm... I've studied anagram and horoscope books."
"Then I will go through the process and tell you about the power of the armpit."
Manganese pours out the water filled with the ruby, as if to tell a true story. And I drank a lot.
"The main ingredient is a book that every practitioner is familiar with. You know that the main ingredient is studying 64 points, and the intersection of Yang and Yin is to discover the patterns of heaven and earth."
"Hmm."
"Then why do magicians study lead and arm wrenches?"
I pondered the question of exhaustion and replied.
"It's because of the translation, fire, and shortness of breath. because you can figure out the present, the past, the future by thinking about what to do, what not to do, what to do."
Then he seemed impressed.
"Surely you've studied the art quite well. There are very few people who can answer that question..."
"I just said what it said in the book."
"Now, do you know an arm wrestler?"
"Well... I don't remember much, but I do remember something like this.
There were three separate cases.
The troubles are cut off in six words.
The sickness is a vessel facing upward.
The liver is a lying vessel.
The ledger is empty in the middle.
The interrogation was in the middle.
His stomach was gone.
My hand was broken below. "
The retinue nods.
"That's the fundamental principle of studying armrests."
"Hmm."
"Armrests the foundation of philosophy, arranged in accordance with proper principles. Contains negative and constant numbers, and the 'integer' and 'phase' are inseparable. There is a reason to call it dendritic."
The telemetry that explained it so far said something shocking.
"He who understands the statue of the main arm can control the space, and he who understands the number can control the time." "
"......!!"
"It's not known in a simple civilian anagram, but it's true. The masters of Palmer Co., Ltd. realize the ability of the upper war related to time or space."
Mangosteen takes another sip of water.
"Magicians are fascinated by the power of their arms because their arms are so fierce that they hold [pure power]. It is the practice and power of the armpit not to fall into any magic tricks, gangrene, or osteogenesis. It's not an exaggeration to call it the fundamental principle of all alchemy."
"That much..."
"Funny, but very few of those who truly understand the power of the finest and most excellent magicians at the moment. Instead of having the power to process it, most people can't even touch the tip of an arm after studying for hundreds of years because it's difficult and complicated."
He wipes his mouth and makes a sharp eye.
"And the power of that arm isn't actually human."
"Excuse me?"
"It was the beginning of a very long time ago, the Three Musketeers (Triple Autumn) showed humans the principle of the Palm Tree. As you know, Samhung Oze has been incorporated into human history, but they are divine for all time. If you think that Bok-hee is as good as the New Testament or the Old Testament, then it was always the power of God."
"......!!"
"Also... the seventh and eighth diagrams were the first neophyte depicted in ancient times by Bok-hee with the true meaning of the palm trees. Do you understand what it means to not be left behind by the Wise Man's Stone?"
"I see...!!"
I understood the explanation of the telepathy and spilled my tears.
In fact, the tortoise is the ultimate logic and iron [pure power]!
This is a gift from Baek Hee, Samsung, who lived his natural history for thousands of years.
It must be a mass of pure power that exists in the ultimate armpit.
I stroked my chin and said, thinking.
"The imperial palace lacks a map... means the forces of the Abyss have reclaimed it separately."
"As you said, if the existence of an alchemist is just the end of a potion, so be it."
"So what do I do?"
"Another reason to capture an alchemist alive. You need to learn about the ambush from an alchemist to find the trail of the Sejo Armpit."
"Indeed."
Mangosteen said.
"Oh, and you have something you want to tell me?"
"That's right. I have somewhere to be."
"Where?"
"There's a statue with a strange arch carved into the ruins of demand."
"Interesting. Let's go."
I put the mangrove into my collar, then flashed to the cavern in the depths of the ruins of demand. Then you take the mangle out of your collar and show me the strange statue inside the cave. The retinue looked carefully at the scapula door and said.
"Jeolleuk (? I think it's a statue."
"Jeoll-ok?"
"This anomaly should be interpreted based on the literature, but there is a picture of the front pain and the scapula."
I made a long face.
"Why is the statue of Emperor Oze in the ruins of demand?"
"I don't know."
"......"
Jeon Wook from Huang Province!
He was the northern god and grandson of the emperor Oze. It was really strange if this statue was a symbol of the emperor, Jeolluk. Why does it exist in the ruins of Chilyo?
Mangosteen said.
"Let's take this statue. I'll look into it."
"Please."
I returned to the Trembling Song with a glimpse. Mangosteen said.
"Let's start with the rest of the day."
I freed the prisoners of the imperial prison who were to stay in the Void Song first, as he had said. People, including Huanglongyeon, were surprised that the place had changed. The network began to pick them up as before and make a home for them.
Then I went straight to the mountain castle, exchanged the gold ingots and freed the middleman pirate prisoners. Among the dogs, women remained unwell.
An old man approached me.
"My Lord... I want to repay you for this favor..."
"......"
"Any being... can be killed by any one..."
I also knew that he was a foreigner and a slave species that worshipped [old ruler] in the scent of the sky. We also know that his body is private. So I listened to the end of his story, accepted the black scaffold and said,
"Hey."
"Have questions...?"
I sat him down and ordered a meal. He was shaking one eye as if he didn't know the language, but I bent my chin and said, waiting for my escape.
"I already know that you're a tow."
"......!!"
The old man's complexion became pale. He frowns, and I say to him, growling with a little life.
"You're the only one who wants to convince a savior to go to his death? Are you even a person?"
"Ah... ah..."
The old man drops his face. He wept bitterly and said.
"You know everything..."
"Let's do everything else. Then why don't your people go live in the Abyss?"
"I don't know what you're talking..."
"You're probably already a foreigner, so why don't you just go there and live comfortably without hiding your real identity instead of living heavily in the middle of the country? You're in the hands of the old ruler anyway, so no one's gonna touch you."
Then the old man forgot to say something for a while. The old man grumbled and said.
"Ah... Sir... I don't know how you know the secret of our seven-year-old village, but that's impossible."
"Why?"
"The scent of the reef is so far away... where even fresh air... our power has no choice but to blend in with humans." "
"That must be difficult..."
I thought about it and said.
"I appreciate the collar, by the way. I'll stop by next time I need something."
"......"
The old man looks strangely and retreats without a word.
Perhaps even though we usually have the key to an absolute death trap, we still don't understand. However, I thought that if I met the old ruler of the Rock Census again, I wouldn't die much.
Immediately, I started to boil and moved near the no-man 's-land. I visited Youngmun with only the women who would stay in the Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon Moon. When I entered the Moonless Gate, the Black Horse welcomed me as before.
After Seo Mun-hye explained the situation to her before and after, she nodded.
"I see..."
I said quickly.
"I can't get married because I have work to do."
"......"
She looks embarrassed for a moment. because he had heard what he had to say. Soon, however, I regained my composure and became clear-headed.
"Heh heh. Just... do me a favor." "
I told her because I had something in mind.
"Do you know anyone called the Celestial Monster's Eastern Integrity?"
Then she looked surprised.
"You have to know. What about him?"
"I have a job looking for him, and I'm going to 4,000 lands, and I want to know what Eastern Integrity is like."
"Eastern integrity... hmm..."
She crashes her chin and thinks. And a long time later, he suddenly said.
"Don't look for it! He's too dangerous."
"Yes?"
"A walking bomb. There's nothing good about being involved."
"So I want to know more information."
"All I know is that Confederacy is crazy."
With this, the signature of the flower, the black horse, and the two Muslim masters considered Eastern integrity [Madman].
What kind of human being would shake his head like that?
When she forgot what I had to say, she said.
"This is my daughter's salvation advice. You could be dissected by the Oriental Council if you're wrong."
"......"
I had a little more small talk with the Black Horse and then returned to the rumble. Upon arriving at the fancy song, hopelessness told me.
"Are you done with your work?"
"I think I've done everything I need to. Now we have to rescue General Yeong-yeon's dishwashers."
"Oh, wait for that. We should wait until things calm down a bit."
I glanced back and said,
"Then I want to go to 4,000 lands."
"Why the Four Thousands?"
I explained to the shrine why I sought to find the Oriental integrity of the Celestial Monster. The prospect of listening to me cleared the story.
"Of course... you don't want to know the nature of the monstrosity of the Soviet minority."
"Yes. I feel like that might be an important clue in the future."
No matter how much I thought about it, the peculiarity was suspicious.
It cannot be cured by the polish, but it can be cured by the black and white.
There was also a testimony that the nature of the monster that the alchemist applied was almost similar to that of the minority.
In addition, Hanjin suppressed the mass with pain, but not in humans.
'We have to find out.'
I had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to go forward without revealing the identity of the monster.
"Your intuition would be correct."
"Oh, you believe me?"
"Because you have experienced a lot of life in your previous life 13 times, that intuition comes from a lot of experience. I think you made the right choice because I don't think the Liberians had anything to do with the Imperial Palace."
Desperately smiling, he said.
"Then go back. I wish you luck."
So began my pursuit of Eastern integrity of the celestial body.