Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
"Master, what did he mean by that?"
We were returning to a new fancy song. After thoroughly checking the rear to see if there was a chaser or a tail, everyone went into my collar and then all went into the trembling tune using boiling lights at once. This way, no tracker will be able to find our whereabouts.
Then, I returned to the fancy tune and performed pore treatment, inspiring Lee Kwang. Lee Kwang was quite tired from the violent struggle and had internal injuries. Lee Kwang seemed to have improved his complexion after receiving pore treatment and finishing soju.
Lee Kwang recovered his strength and answered my question.
"He intends to move the Celestial Blind and harass us."
Lee Kwang said that and glanced at the mass.
"Isn't that right, demigod?"
"Yes, it is."
Telemetry was also at the temple where the neocortex resides. Even after the porosity treatment was over, it meant that he trusted the semi-alliteral plexus to approach others other than the brain stem like this. Manganese sighed as he unfolded his fig gold wire.
"Ha, Yong-chul, a sulfuric acid leader... He's probably the direct descendant of the Divine Magician. He's probably the biological son of the dragonfly in line. That said, I don't think I can see the power and the intelligence that founded the Old File Room in the middle school in less than thirty years."
"Hmph. I can take him down with a dagger."
"But you can't. because he is a disciple of the aristocracy, but also the head of the Old File Room."
"That's the problem."
The telescopes and light were quite troublesome because of the heavy work. He would, too. If he was just a disciple of the spirit, he would have to shut up and beat him to death, but he was arrested as a leader in the Old File Room.
Destroying the sulfuric acid wave may be possible with the power of Yi Kwang and Jin Xu Chung, but it is not possible. Because at the moment of destroying the sulfuric acid wave, it is like touching the Old File Room. And the encephalocele will be in a position to fight back against the middleman's propagation.
Mangosteen said.
"Currently, Lee Kwang is maintaining a cerebral nephropathy in agreement with Ji-hoon Jung. Of course, the identity of the neocortex is not publicly available, so it's covered by a celestial oath. But that's what Yong-chul said. He meant that he would squeeze the zenith so that he could turn the brain into a potential enemy of the zenith."
"I think so, too."
I asked the Grimm.
"What do you mean, the brain nephrine didn't do anything to the Celestial Blind and they're the enemy?"
"The essence of the neocortex is the history of the Hungarian military. It was originally a gateway to defend the Liberians, which is why it is worth fighting against in the Imperial Court. Also, as a member of the Imperial Court, we cannot accept brain kidneys as allies."
"Shouldn't we say we're going to defeat the Vatican?"
"Hmph... I wonder if that's going to work."
He sighs and says.
"The reason why they threatened us with that scheme is because they are so confident. That means that whatever excuse we make, the sulfate wave's political influence is strong enough to keep the nephrine off the spectrum."
"I can't..."
I realized things didn't look so good, which was absurd, but soon enough.
'In fact, we negotiated with the Soviet Union to obtain the opening of the neocortex. If the sulfuric acid family, belonging to the plutocrats, unwrapped and inflated, we will surely be sold as the Nazis.'
Of course, it was to prepare the neonates to stand up for power against the Libyan Church, but it was difficult to convey this to true celestial blindness. For the Old Testament, it would be easier to monitor and antagonize brain kidneys that might be spies of the Libyan Church.
I was just wondering if I could talk to Mangosteen.
"WYSIHON is a fair and wise man. If you explain it to him well..."
"Hmm."
Then Lee, who was listening next to me, said.
"The Hundred Hundred. He is a remarkable figure, of course. He is a genius of the martial arts, regarded in the history of the pagans, and has outstanding wisdom and knowledge. He won't listen to us, although I admit he's a few fine masters in the Old File Room."
"Why?"
"Although he can personally convince us that we are right, it is natural for him to be the head of the organization to antagonize us."
"......"
"Because he's a zealot."
The Grim Reaper receives the words of Lee Kwang.
"I think so, too. Moreover, the sulfuric acid family is a member of the Old Pilgrim Society, not to mention the power of speech, not to compare it with the neophyte brain... but to decide from the Sulfur Society, and to push us into the Nazarene's jaw in a gathering of zealots."
"Hmm."
I asked the Grimm.
"If we think of them as cerebral neonates, they're premature. We can go together and tell them that the Sulfur Clan is a Chinese monk."
"How do you prove that?"
"That's it. The shamanism of the body..."
I spoke and kept my mouth shut. Because I realized something doesn't make sense.
He smiles bitterly.
"That's the problem. The Masters of the Old Testament know there's a famous Libyan military parade, but at least they don't know what it's like. Because the Soviet Church does not extend power to the outside, but controls the Soviets. At last, the Sulfuric Acolytes will use shamanstones, and they'll be just sulphuric shamanstones."
"And if we assume they call us brain dead..."
"Then we won't be able to disseminate in the name of the neonates, and it's going to be difficult to gather brain stem transporters scattered across the middle ages. The meaning of dissemination will fade."
"Hmm."
"Plus, if he's as fast-paced as a dragon, he'll dig a double triple chest system."
It was a difficult problem.
Abandoning the name and disseminating the brain kidneys will avoid the political aggression of the sulfates, but the goal of collecting the cerebral kidney winners in the next 10 years is past. Moreover, even if we deny it, the Sulfur Clan will try to frame us and make us enemies of the Celestial Blind.
Lee said as I was thinking about it.
"Half-blood. So I'm thinking of postponing the opening."
"Hmm…"
"What we've been postponing for a year is not going to be a big deal. In the meantime, we're going to have to refine the castor room and then we're going to step up."
Lee Gwang-ho showed me this dance. Perforated islands and alpine rooftops engrave a brain warfare in the sky that even the best magicians can see in the short-term! If you refine it even further, the pituitary fistula of the brain will evolve to a whole new level. Lee Kwang's words seemed the best way in this situation.
He thought about it for a moment.
"That would be fine, but it's too shallow to underestimate the value of a dragon's blade. And in doing so, they will eventually suffer his horror."
"Aren't you overestimating your business? There's nothing he can do if we don't move."
Desperately, he said.
"No, it's not overvaluation. I think Lee is underestimating the business."
"What are you talking about?"
"Yongju took his own blood and jumped into the Red Forest, gaining the cooperation of the Sulfuric Acolytes, raising elders and disciples to stand up in the old room in a short time. That kind of an earring is worth five fingers if you go through all the heavy rainforest. He can never be seen."
He said that.
"Given time for business, he will cultivate rumors he did not have, enhance the influence of the Celestial Blind, and create notoriety by targeting brain nephrines. Or maybe they're already doing it. If we don't actively confront his tactics, he'll end up at the Apocalypse."
Thump
At that moment, I felt like my heart was pounding. When I heard the expression "Apollonian Hermit," my head suddenly tingled and I could see the visions.
What is it?
It was the scene of a seminal singing while breaking the golden age. The beauty with the blue eyes on her white skin was weeping bitterly. I got wet for a moment in the vision and suddenly regained consciousness. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Lee told me.
"Give me a trick."
"I've been thinking about one thing. But if we're going to do this, we're going to have to risk our lives, and at least half the chances are,"
"Is that such a dangerous scheme?"
"Yes, but we have to."
"......"
Lee said, silently.
"First I'll listen and decide."
"I understand."
After taking a deep breath, he looked at me once with Jinzo. And he said,
"I'm going to visit the Vailian monk in a few days."
"W-what are you talking about? The Soviet Church?"
Everyone except for the talent was surprised by the sudden sound. Then he calmly looked around the intestine and said.
"I thought it might be like this, so I insured it at the conference. It aroused the Soviet curiosity to interest him in the anti-celestial order."
I feel like I've been hit in the head with a hammer, muttering dazed.
"Suicide to go to the Vailian monk himself."
In fact, the discussion of cerebral neonatal reconstruction in the sulfate wave was also a gamble that was almost entrusted to Cheonan. On the spot, if the Soviet Church had just decided to exterminate the cerebral neonatal cortex, it was likely that it would have been wiped out. Of course, I was able to use light to evacuate them, but I was skeptical of whether it would be possible if I thought of the Liberian shamanism who defeated the dragon rains.
So this time, I was saving my life and sweeping my heart out. How could you go to see the Baptist in person? The Sovereign Church had a second chance of killing him, and before he even got there, he was more likely to die by the Archbishop of the North or the Lower Sovereign Church. I could never have thought of that if I was sane.
Of course, Dongyoung's Khamizumi Novutzna and Eastern integrity were safely interviewed by the Sovereign Church, but they were a third party and tourists without the Buddha and Eunwon from the beginning. However, we have a feud with the Libyan Church and may soon face the sword. It was too risky.
He glanced back at me and said,
"How many people under heaven can control the heavy lifting?"
"Er... the Vailian monks, the Magistrates."
"Yes, but the Divine Magician is the enemy, and the Divine Magician is neutral, which makes it hard to resist. And the Receiving Currency Advocate has no friends at all and has no idea what he's thinking. Then the only thing left is to persuade the Sovereign Lord himself to keep the heavy work from plotting."
"......"
I replied out of curiosity.
"Well, why don't you just change your name and not your brain stem? That would be better."
"Hundred Hundred Hundred. This market is torn, bent and dead. It may be convenient right now, but there will be no turning back. Only then can I risk my life to find the Bow."
I didn't understand it even though I heard it. To risk your life to persuade the Sovereign Church to fear the horror and influence of a single act of violence? If a man is ordinary, he will say, "A hundred pounds is madness," and my choice will be right.
But I've never been wrong about the telepathy. So, as I was grumbling and thinking about it, Lee Kwang asked.
"How specifically will you persuade them?"
"Leave that to me entirely. I will do it with my life."
"That's not an answer. It's not just your life that's at stake, it's ours."
Lee was also blinded by his eyes. He also felt that the words of telepathy were a crowd. Shortly before he vomited his life, the network stopped flowing.
"Still, I could use some more information."
"What information?"
"I need to know what is the final misunderstanding of the brain kidney, and why Yi Kwang hasn't received it. because if you don't know that, you can't even start."
"Am I supposed to talk to you, a stranger, about the Moon Sect?"
Then he said bluntly.
"Isn't it Lee's fault that you didn't inform anyone of the existence of the final misunderstanding in this meeting? Because of that, everyone who was there almost died by the Hungarians, but what if the same thing happens again?"
"Hmm."
Yi Kwang shed a murmur. Suddenly, it reminded me of the embarrassment that everyone felt when the Soviet Church mentioned the final misunderstanding of the neocortex. It was originally an offer of desperation to ignore, but Lee Kwang opened his mouth.
"Half-blood. If you reveal this vision to the outside, I will rid you of all of it." "
"Don't scare me. Tell me. I'm prepared."
"Got it."
Lee Gwang slowly spoke.
"The reason I didn't say the final misunderstanding is because I didn't think it would be recoverable in my own place. Final misconception did not even acquire my master."
"What do you mean? Final misunderstanding is something a transferee should learn, after all."
The question of the telepathy was borne. No matter how difficult or great a skill is, it is meaningful for the transferrer to be able to learn it. If it was too difficult and difficult to learn, it was an unfinished technique, rather than a final misunderstanding.
"Of course… Unlike the other three generations, the final misconception of the neonatal brain was incomplete and a hallucinogenic technique no one had ever acquired in history."
"Phase... technology? What the..."
The words of Lee Kwang were shocking.
"It is the basic condition of obtaining the Legion after learning all the books, swords, and spears until the last season. After that, we can complete it with the help of three cerebral neocortisol experts in each field. The problem can only be obtained by forgetting everything and changing it."
"......!!"
"Where are the three great brain-dead masters of Kwon, Sword, and Spear… even if they are rescued, the final misleading phrase is scattered. Also, I only know the outline of the final misunderstanding, but I have no idea what kind of technology. And even if I gather them together and succeed in training, I don't know if it's possible to forget and crush everything I've learned."
Lee Kwang said that, sighing without before.
"Nevertheless, we refer to the incomplete technique as the final misconception because we believe that masters of the brain nephrine will only reach the pole of the brain nephrine if we do so in a thousand years. My teacher was the greatest genius in the history of cerebral neonatal science, a magician of cerebral neonatal defence, but never got it wrong."
"......"
"No, honestly, this is not the ultimate misdirection of technology. Just a dream."
Lee Kwang's teacher was a patron saint of the encephalonephrine, but he became anticorporeal due to his collaboration during the cerebral nephrine purge. Lee barely rescued such a teacher, but soon after, he was told that he had lost his life.
"Why should I tell my disciples about this kind of technology? I almost ruined my training because of some useless fantasy."
"I see..."
The telemetry shed a murmur and asked.
"Then can you tell me the name of the last misunderstanding?"
As Lee emphasized.
"Solitary!"
At that moment, I had an ominous feeling.
Somehow, I felt like I had to go on a bone-shearing adventure to get it. Whether I feel that anxiety or not, the retinue nods and straightens up the story.
"Okay, that's enough."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to the Baekhyun Church, so I'll be in touch with the Baekhyun and Jinzo. I need my escort."
"You don't understand me. I will never agree unless you tell me the specifics."
"I told the Vailian monk the story of the foreign nationals."
That's how Mangosteen told the story.
"And if we join forces with our demigods, we can strike down the Imperial Palace in no time."
"What?!"
Lee was angry and stood up. The shrine spoke of him without pity.
"It's the best plan! As long as the Liberians are able to stand up for themselves, they can wipe out the Gold Scholars guarding the Imperial Palace, as well as the Apostles and the Chamberlain all at once. Isn't this great because we can wipe out the Tributes at once?"
"You... truly want to work with the Vailian Church?" "
I asked in a low voice. This meant that he decided to kill Mangosteen.
He smiled and said, "I don't know if you know."
"Kill me if you have to. If this doesn't work, we're all going to die."
Stop
Lee Gwang stopped as he tried to leave. It wasn't because Lee Gwang thought deeply about what he said that stopped him. On the road he was about to embark on, Jinzo was blocking him, and his hand was holding onto Lee's scepter. Lee was embarrassed and stared at Jinseo.
"Let go of this."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Half-blood is too dangerous. I'm no longer willing to deal with him, so I'll have to kill him."
Lee Kwang no longer seems to be interested in hearing the strategy of the network. From the last moment, there were signs, but he was simultaneously feeling fear and discontent over his unruly schemes, excessiveness, and endless schemes. It was natural for him to kill if he wasn't confident in dealing with it.
Then Jinzo said.
"Then I'll stop you."
The gaze on the left was directed at the Jinseo office.
Jin Xu Chung, who had followed only Lee Gwang's will so far, rebelled against his will for the first time. Jinso Chung was staring at Lee Kwang with unwavering eyes.
"Because this is the path that I think is right."
"......"
Lee Gwang and Jinzo continued for about a day at a time.
The breathtaking silence was over when Lee Gwang stretched out his spear. He sighed and said.
"Well, I can't help it..."
Pablo!
It was that moment.
Lee tried to pick up the necks of the scourge after seeming to investigate his intentions. The speed was so fast that even I, who was right next to the mass, could not stop the death wound of the mass even at the expense of one arm. It was time for me to rush in and slap my teeth with my body.
Bang, this light fell to the ground without a sound. And there was the petition of Jin who had established the capital.
"Ugh…!!"
I was surprised.
The situation in front of me was clear.
The Jinzo Corporation has defeated Lee Gwang! He was not defenseless, but he was able to stun him with his lightning just by using lightning.
Lee Gwang's movements were blurry, but Jinzo's movements were not visible to me. What this meant was that I did not keep my mouth shut because it was so big.
Oh, my God.
Lee Kwang pushed the spirit guide in the short-term.
At least I didn't think there were any unarmed men in the Middle East who could handle such light.
But Jinsoo, the genius of the century, jumped even Lee, for two months!
Overpower without killing means you have a good car. That was a different kind of brainstorm than the one I used to know. Jinzo's office seemed to have evolved brain death and converted it into magnetic currents.
Jinzo said bitterly.
"Let's go."