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What do you mean, "cerebral neonatal definitive"?
The pupils stared at this light because they were overwhelmed. Although there are special and powerful technologies in the brain nephropathy called bipolar or misunderstanding, the existence of ultimate misunderstanding has never been explained by Lee Kwang before. He didn't even know Jinzo's voice, so I felt that there was definitely a defect.
Is there such a thing? '
Of course, I was the most embarrassed.
The period of time I learned and learned about cerebral nephropathy was halfway through the millennium or so. However, I have never seen even Lee Gwang-like remarks, except for the extent of the Brainstorm of War 5. When everyone's gaze falls on Lee Kwang, he makes a heavy murmur for a moment.
"Hmmm..."
After a brief silence, Lee Kwang said.
"The bishop. It's now in the field, but we'll have it back soon."
In Lee Gwang's answer, I slowly became hexagonized as if the bishop had expected.
[I knew it.]
"......"
Brainworms... you should know. The problem with me admitting the openings of the neocortex has something to do with the history of the Hungarian church.]
What's that sound?
His words continue as the left crowd quietly concentrates on the Baptist's words.
[The earliest days of the Libyan Church were white and rapid, and the earliest days of the Libyan Church were to accompany an immature elderly man. The Sadaeval wave, including your cerebral neonatal cortex, started back then. Our history can be closer to a thousand years since one ancestor began much earlier than Nam Song, the Gulf Party.]
"I know."
[In addition, the Sadae were always united to fight against external pressures, and periodically expelled the monks from Zafar believing in one doctrine. In other words, we were indistinguishable from the pagan sect, and the pagan sect was essentially equal in nature. Brainworms, you are not mere martyrs, but the history of the Liberians themselves.]
The Liberian word seemed to recite at a glance, but Mangling didn't look so good when he heard it.
"Hmm. This can't be..."
He seemed to have realized something different from what the Baptist had said. The word of the Vatican continued.
Regardless of the current power, I need to make my own decision to allow your propagation. And the prerequisite of that decision is that you must have the purification of cerebral neonatal godlessness for over a thousand years. Otherwise, we cannot let the history of the Libyan called cerebral neonates go outside the door.]
"......!!"
Lee got hold of it. Then I shouted.
"What kind of beggar is that? If you're gonna say so, what the hell was cerebral hygiene purge? You just ruined the history you're talking about with your own hands!!"
Though it was a blatant blasphemy against the Sovereign Church in the world, it seemed that anyone who felt it was' rude 'in the intestine was nothing but a courtesan. It was because Lee Kwang was the leader and strongest of the neocortism, and there was also a contradiction in what the Baptist said.
It seemed like the Vailian Bishop was shaking his hand to let the magicians slip away. The Soviet bishop replied.
[Let's just say there were inevitable circumstances. However, I have apologies and compassion for you, and I'm willing to accept it again if I want to.]
"Huh-huh... You expect me to believe that?"
[It's not a choice, it's a must. Prove that your brainstem has the Final Feast and be independent, or come here today and live under it. That's why I'm here today.]
"......"
Only then did we all find out what was inside of the Baptist.
He's here to take matters into his own hands and absorb the cerebral cortex while minimizing the impact!
It was clear that the Soviet Church had always had an ambition to reach out to the Middle Eastern rainforest, and seemed to be gathering power for it. It shouldn't be difficult to subdue the brain kidneys by the power of the Liberians, but rather, they chose to absorb the brain kidneys.
Of course, it wouldn't hurt to hold hands with a Libyan church in the position of a demigod or a telepath. Because the enemy of the Liberians is the imperial palace, and in some ways they target a common enemy. Therefore, the telemetry is safe to assume that the neocortex can be absorbed into the Pyongyang Church here, but Lee's position is different. Because he has a grudge against the Bavarian Church.
Lee said, barely suppressing the boiling anger as it bloated.
"This is unfair."
What's not fair?]
"With over a thousand years of martial arts history, the brain cortex has established a myriad of masters in terms of bigotry and misunderstanding. The sheep were too vast to be solved by one or two conquistadors, so they chose the form of a multi-man war. That's why, when they were banished from the Libyan church, the martial arts of the cerebral kidneys were fragmented and scattered everywhere."
He glanced at the Vatican Church with the squinting eyes.
"No conditions have been notified in advance, and it is not the origin of the fragmentation that carries the final misunderstanding! Shouldn't you at least give me enough time off?"
[......]
The Soviet Church seemed to think for a moment.
[I need to hear your opinion.]
Then he asked the patron saint next to him suddenly.
[Dragon Secret, what do you think?]
The one in the Black Horn mask. Yongbyeon, the patron saint and leader of the patron saints, was a reflection when he listened to the Christian words. Then he said with a cold smile.
"Lee Gwang's words are so irresponsible. If we don't have a final misunderstanding or a final misunderstanding, what's to blame us for the way the doorway looks? You're welcome to silence him."
Anger rises on the faces of the nephrine disciples who were gathering, as well as Lee Gwang. I couldn't be any angrier than the head of Gumsyeon, the head of the cerebral cortex and the enemy branch, said like that. But it was suicide, so I had to endure it.
[I see. What do you think of the Hundred?]
The head of the incarnation wearing a silver fox mask, Hana Hundred, answered the question of the Catholic Church.
"I think it makes sense. And I know that they're working with an organization called the anti-celestial blindness, and they're fighting against the imperial palace. If you give them a grace period and let them do whatever they want, they won't harm the school."
[Hmmm... anti-celestial.]
The Vailian monk glanced at the telepath.
[Are you a demigod?]
Pa 'at
At that moment, the telepathy was like a mouse standing in front of a cat, so it could not say anything. It is because the spirit was overwhelmed by the intangible meteor that spread out in the darkness.
"Oops!"
I hurriedly reach out to the shoulder of the retinue and release the inner air into him like a waterfall, and momentarily, the retinue wakes up. For a moment, the unconscious telemetry clears his voice.
"Yes, the Vaishitan."
What are you up against the Imperial Court for?]
"It's because the two tribes are weak in the imperial darkness and they are throwing the world into chaos."
Sung Woong...
In response to the plea, the eldest grumbled. It was because the word "heretic" was quite unfamiliar to the sulfated Moonies as well as to the neophytes. Even the guards who followed the bishop didn't understand what he was saying.
However, the Soviet Church seemed interested in the words of the dead. Until then, he said, harvesting the intangible keeper that had spread to Ammi.
[A foreigner...? Can you be sure of that?]
"Already gold medals and alumni have been dominated by the power of the heretics and have been their hands and feet for a long time. At this rate, we stood up for righteousness, thinking that minchos can suffer for their misdeeds."
[sighs]
The Soviet bishop said:
[Funny. Next time you come to the Bavarian Church, I'll treat you later.]
"I'll be sure to visit."
At that moment, the magicians were surprised and looked behind their feet.
I was surprised by what the Baptist said. The Soviet monk then asked the patron saint of the reception, who was wearing a golden dragon mask.
[Solicitation] What do you think?]
Unlike other martyrs, the Soviet Church was comfortable calling him. Probably because it's the same Ufi. He looked at Lee Gwang-jun, the favored leader of the stream, and said.
"Giving a grace period is not bad. Even if you absorb them like this, there will be no mistake, so why don't we give them enough time?"
[Hmm. I guess so.]
The Soviet Church listened to the three advocates one by one and then told Lee Kwang.
[Brainworm. I will grant you a grace period to obtain a final misunderstanding, acknowledging that my offer was sudden.]
"......"
[The period is 3 years! So it can have results in it.]
Then Lee Gwang pressed his temples and shouted.
"I need 10 years!"
[You've been fooling around for 10 years. You mean you need time to change the mountain once?]
"Dammit... You know, the final misconception of a brain aneurysm takes three masters to make a tradition. Starting now, I don't have 10 years to search the archipelago and conduct a full sweep."
[sighs]
The Soviet bishop said:
[Fine... I'll give you five years. No more.]
"Thank you."
[Until then, I will allow you to temporarily open your doors. Try your best.]
Should it be considered half a success?
Rather than thinking, the Soviet Church seemed to have no bad feelings for the brain stem itself, and it was a very negotiated attitude. That's why the shaman frowned. Of course, in the case of neonates or receptacles, there was no change in the facial expression.
At that time, I stood up and surrounded him.
"I want to ask the High Priestess one thing!"
The eye of the intestine is drawn to the telescopes. Now, the Soviet Church was about to leave, but the atmosphere suddenly changed. The Vatican bishop said as if it were interesting.
[What?]
"The current bishop does not seem to trust the brain stem's ability, so I would like to make an offer. I think it's very practical and helpful to each other, and I want you to hear it."
A moment of deep breathing told me.
"Hopefully, the brain stem and the appendage will be friendly."
[Friendly...?]
He nods.
"On the 3rd runner-up, the masters of each wave do the dance. You can see with your own eyes what the capacity of the brain kidneys is now, and it's a good thing that we can see the power of the famous Libyan body under heaven."
He cried out because he was bewildered by the spirit guide.
"You bastard! What nonsense."
"It's not nonsense. Are you sure you're not confident?"
"......!!"
At that moment, I heard the sound of the dragon's rain coming this far, and everyone in the intestine was nervous. It's because I felt that the Dragon Scroll had been provoked to the very tip of my head. However, even the dragon's dragon dragon dragon, which was an instant attack, was unable to move, because it seemed that both the Archbishop and the Vatican Church were gathering.
The Soviet bishop said:
[It's called friendliness, but there should be a reward for winning or losing. What should I do?]
"If the encephalocele wins, you may want to increase your grace period to 10 years. And if they're victorious, they're immediately absorbed into the Libyan church."
[Sounds fun.]
Dragon Bitcheon hurriedly turned to the Sovereign Lord and protested.
"Bishop! You don't have to accept their offer!"
[Stop. It's just a matter of winning, isn't it?]
"That's... that's..."
[If you are not confident in winning... I refuse.]
Yongbyeon replied as if he had been gripped by the gentle pressure of the Hungarian monk.
"No. Our spirituality can win."
[You better be.]
That's how the friendly game was forged. Since it was too small to dance, everyone began to travel together to the Sulfuric acid training ground. As I moved, my pupils, manganese, and miho gathered together to devise an operation.
Lee told Mangwang.
"Anti-Semitism. Well said."
"No, it went according to plan. Now all you have to do is win two."
"You've got to give it a taste."
Lee said decisively, then looked around the crowd and said.
"I, Jinzo Chung, and Hung Woong are leaving."
"The death penalty for the Arctic..."
When I spoke for Gyeom Kyung, Yi Kwang, um, drooled. Then the pole swoops in and kills him.
"Oh my God, I'm begging you to save me if I don't become this bastard."
"Execute."
The lake struck my back and said cheerfully.
"Fool, the fate of the cerebral cortex is at stake, and now you want to save the face of death? Don't worry, you're tougher than me. Fight well and win! That's for me."
"I understand."
Lee Kwang, who was listening next to me, nodded.
"The third man over there must be quite a mess. You must win, Hung."
"Don't worry, Master."
After roughly devising a strategy, we headed to the training ground. The training ground was already occupied by a Soviet kiln, two guardian lions and a guard, and the elders and doormen of the sulfuric acid clan were gathering and waiting.
The Elder of the Sulfuric Clan, who was in charge of justice and proceedings, said.
"Three Daerons from each Yupa come forward!"
I, Jin Xu Chung, Lee Kwang walked onto the stage.
And three upper-class masters walked out from across the street. I started worrying as I checked their faces.
"Dragon Warrior of the Shrine, Dragon Blade of the Sulfuric Clan, and he..."
The third master who came out of the palanquin was a man who missed the hallucination. I was surprised at the prospect of the Elder of the Sulfuric Clan or the smith of the Contemporary Forge, but his shameless deeds were certainly much higher than theirs. I'm guessing it won't be an easy opponent, as the Superior Elite was sure.
After a while, they seized each other and set an example before the dance and went down. The elder of the sulfate tribe in the middle of the stage cries out loudly.
"First cauldron, step forward!"
Shhh.
The man who came out of the body first walked forward. Of course, if Lee Kwang or Jinseo were to go out, I could definitely take the first place, but it was not that efficient, so I had to deal with the eyes of that visionary. I walked out in front of him and faced him three lengths from the stage.
I said with absolution.
"It's the centipede of the brain. Take good care of her."
Then the young man also said, ruling.
"It is referred to as the plump tune."
"......!!"
At that moment, I was appalled.
"Are you sure you're the Madopal Moonju?"
Tooma seemed to conceal his arrogance as much as he realized it was a place the Sovereign Church could see.
"Hehe, yes."
It was not a normal job.
Madopal Moon!
Among them, I knew that Sura Moon was a door that mainly uses the province, but I had never faced Madopal Moon in person before when he met the golden prince when he killed me. The owner of Madopalmoon was called Madopalma, and each one of them was a superstar who ruled the sky in Safa.
Among them, Toma was a battle fanatic as the gateway to Suramun, and he was also the host of the Festival of Women's Falls. When Tomas found out, he was a disciple of the Libyan spirit! When I was embarrassed by the unexpected situation, Jinseo-Chun, who was under the stage, sent me a message.
[Priest, don't worry. The Priest is much stronger, so if you keep him calm, he will surely win!]
I was able to find stability as I took a deep breath into what Jinzo said. The wind is threatening in Toma's hallucinations, but I am still alive. And my confidence was lifted from my mind to become.
"Yes, can I be scared of Madophama?" '
My goal is not to stop in Mado Palma. We must confront the Imperial forces several times stronger than them. If you cower here, you will become nothing.
"Non-starter!"
Then the first battle against Madoparma began.