Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
It was only three days before the anti-celestial sneaking war spy was turned by the half-blind sneakers. In the crowd, as well as the nearby elite factions, the spy went to the Jeoncheon Blitz. Of course, the wheat workers went through the lanterns, hiding their identities thoroughly in triplicate, so no one could reveal their identity.
With the help of the golden power, the Minister of Blue Dragon began to refurbish and prepare for people. Workers were working all over the place, making room for people to sit. Originally, it did not take long for the wide blue dragon mound to expand more widely.
The cerebral neonatal fission was officially held ten days after turning the spy.
I was getting ready to welcome people into the open war and waiting inside, and people started coming in at dawn. I guided them along with the luminous horizon, confirming that their solar blood was as sacred as one.
'Definitely the masters of the Moorish.'
In fact, I couldn't possibly know all the little masters, so I just assumed by looking at the title on the invitation list and their guest book handwriting. Those who arrived from dawn were usually masters of the inner circle, and the masters of the Toga arrived a little later. The latter ones were rather savage figures.
Waggle, waggle...
It looked like there were about a hundred and seventy people. I was surprised to think that each one of them was a formal practitioner. It will be hard to gather ordinary people like this, but many of them are elite masters who recognize them in the Mastery of the Divine Constellation or the Moorish. It was a matter of understanding how we were looking at the opening war of the brain kidneys in the jungle.
Shortly after noon, the light rises above the single phase of the intestine. Then he put a subtle inner air into the intestine and said with a hexagonal fit.
[Kang Ho Dong-gu, who gathered in the opening battle of our cerebral kidneys, is also thankful for this third feast.]
It was time for Lee Kwang to simply say his opening remarks and get to the point. Suddenly, you hear a loud snoring in the gut.
"Ha! You ungrateful wretch!"
His eyebrows twitched with a sharp, high voice. At the same time, the eyes of the pupils of the brain and the entrepreneurs turned to the protagonist of the voice.
The owner of the voice was a woman in her 20s in white. She has a sharp look, and she appears to be a member of the inspection team, given that she missed the sword on her back. She pulls out the sword behind her back, shouting frantically.
"Everyone! Do we need to wait any longer? Let's hit the evil Libyan snail, the brain aneurysm, and bring justice to life!"
"Yes!"
Gruuuuggghhh
Suddenly, a dozen people stood up in the intestine as a signal. They usually appeared to be literary, such as women, or rather top-notch masters. They step forward and stand in front of the statue, pointing a weapon at Lee Gwang.
"Brainworm! How dare you open a war against the innocent and reveal your evil ambition?!! I'll get you out of here!"
My heart palpitated as I watched the scene.
"Ugh, is she crazy? '
Of course, I had to worry about those dozen soldiers. Lee Gwang, who kills dozens of gold medalists by himself, smiling greedily, cannot be afraid of such a hero. I was lucky not to smile and kill him.
However, Lee Kwang replied calmly without changing his face.
[I don't know what you're talking about. You're saying our brain stem did something bad?]
"What do you mean, you don't know? You tried to kill every human being in the Blue Gate, the Badge Gate, and the Holy Paper and cover your tracks! Not enough to kill a newborn and a pregnant woman, you monsters!"
The tribe they mentioned was the first one I had ever heard in my life. Perhaps, outside of the nephrine power, the nephrine seemed to have embellished the phantom system.
"Kill!!"
"Kill him!!"
About a dozen warriors used evil, and the face of the Muslims gathered in the intestine began to spin. More than half of them were long-lived, but they began to recognize it by writing down the encephalonephrine as soon as [the malevolence of the encephalonephrine] was vomited.
Normally, Lee Gwang would have remained after the explosion, but he relaxed.
[I don't know. Do you have any proof that we did this?]
"There is evidence."
Swook
Three or four masters stood up. Together, they were the gatekeepers of the sulfuric acid clan, and they were dressed as symbols of the sulfuric acid clan. The elder of the sulfuric acid tribe at the forefront of the group seized power in the intestine and said:
"I am the cold sword of the Sulfur Clan. I came to you with the words of a master craftsman."
"Oh…!!"
"The Elder of the Old Room...!!"
The soldiers seemed surprised. Neuroblastic disciples, including Lee Kwang Lee, looked at the cold weather specimen without a change in their appearance. The Cold Cedar Sword tool took out a silver shield from its chest, and Najik said.
"From now on, I can assume the authority of the Sulfuric Acid and the Longevity Moon as a Sulfuric Acid Ghost. I promise to tell you the truth without a single lie."
"Tell me now!"
"Our sulfuric acid faction investigated the three horrific factions along with a special investigation by the Senate Chief Executive Officer. And as a result, a number of corpses were found with cerebral scars."
"Brain scars?"
Cold Cedar Sword Workshop looks up at the light above the single phase.
"What happens when a cursed cerebral neonatal mastermind reaches the height of the phantom. A frightening sign of a shameless man who can burn his wounds with a powerful Ghost Guard!"
Of course, cerebral cortex is real, and cerebral scarring is a real technology. The difference is that the quintessence of the brain can only leave a scar when it wants to.
'You're mixing facts as much as you really need to.'
I laughed in vain because I was amazed. It's hard to deny when it comes out like that.
"......!!"
People looked at us in surprise. They didn't seem surprised that we were evil spiritualists; they seemed surprised that we could deal with phantom limbs. He was able to deal with misunderstanding and natural force in a very profound situation.
Lee got hit with a cold smile.
[Remarkable. Even masters of the brain sometimes don't know the extent of a phantom, but can you identify such a crucial secret in the Old File Room?]
Lee Gwang's sarcastic words answered the cold sword tool.
"I thought you might say that. But we consulted the person who had the most information about the Libyan Church to investigate this matter, and he notarized it. So I'm sure of it."
Who's that?]
"I can't reveal. Because we have to protect his identity. But in the name of the Celestialist, I can assure you that notarization is certain."
Then a tenacious middle-aged man who was sitting next to the cold sword factory stood up and said,
"I agree with his words."
"Oh…!!"
"I am Teacher Nam Gong-goong of Jeongcheon Blind...!!!"
The martial artists burst into resilience as the teacher of the Namguk palace stepped forward.
Mr. Nam-goong!
He was in charge of the military service of Jeongcheon Federation, an alliance between the Old File Room and the faction. He was from Southern Palace, but since he was a child, he joined the volcanoes to train as a true fisherman and is known for his cunning and skillfulness. He was also an outstanding politician who coordinated the position of the Old File Room and the Great Seige Family. His real name was not known.
I thought it was annoying as I got caught up in the rush.
'I expected it, but I feel even worse than I thought.'
There is no solid evidence that the Cold Cedar Sword Workshop is claiming right now. If it is normal, it is already meaningless at the point where the 'one who testifies to the certainty' is not revealed. However, Jeongcheon Blind and Sulfur Far are leading authority and pushing it as if it were logical. It must feel dirty to be sold like this.
I've never experienced anything like this before. Being mistreated by the Muslims of Kangho and pushed out of the horse's mouth is not something you can easily go through. As I frowned, Jinzo, who was standing next to me, smiled and sent me a message.
[Show your face, Priest. I thought you had it all figured out.]
[But I feel so dirty that I want to beat everyone to death.]
[Of course, a priest can do it alone, but I'll wait for him to do it according to his plan.]
[Yes, sir.]
I gave Jinzo an earful and calmed down. In fact, I had a honest conversation with him because the secret of my past life was leaked to Jinso recently. That's why I decided to open up to him a little bit.
After a while, Lee Kwang said.
[Then why do you think we are in such a senseless position for such an important opening war?]
"That's obvious. Secretly, they must have fulfilled their bizarre appetite for murder by eliminating the waves that would interfere with the expansion of forces!"
[That's what the blueprints are, but the door and the newspaper are more than 300 leagues from here.]]
"It's clear that the bodies of the victims were traces of your undocumented self. As long as this is true, you will be held responsible for the lives of your victims."
Here, "To what? 'At the same time, there will be a battle against the brain kidney. Lee Kwang naturally knew the flow, so he continued to accept the flow of cold sword materials into the combat atmosphere.
[I can't believe I didn't see the body myself. You must not mislead the crowd. Do you think a word of Jeongcheon Blind is enough?]
"Wha..."
[Obviously, I'm worried that you're a novelist or a light-headed poor guy. I will not tolerate such a ridiculous sale unless I can show you the brain lesion clearly in front of the military.]
Then the teacher stepped up and stared at Lee, with sharp eyes.
"I suppose that's a direct violation of the authority of the Celestial Blind, isn't it?"
[If I have authority, I'd like to ask if it's true without proving the truth.]
"......"
I stick my tongue out to see the sights.
Why is he so good at talking like that? '
I would have been prepared, but I was taking it calmly without any fluctuations. Whenever the opponent tries to put pressure on authority, the crowd is reasonably rebuilt. It was a speech that Lee Kwang could make because he clearly understands the flaws of his opponent's logic and understands people's psychology. Lee Gwang is not just a muscle fool who is empowered, but a clever teacher.
It was then.
"Corpses are here."
Sulfuric acid UAVs appeared from somewhere and appeared in the intestine with a brutal corpse. The body was frozen by a special technique, not decomposed yet, but frozen. The foreigners who carried the corpse dropped the corpse in the intestine, and the cold sword construction shouted loudly, wanting to do so.
"Look at these corpses! Brain lesions are severing the critical wounds! Are you going to stand there like this?"
I also felt like I had done this much preparation. I rumbled into my heart.
"Who are you to bring a corpse to another party? '
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to beat the crap out of them. And the Jeongcheon Merchant wondered what he had been persuaded by these punks. When I was boiling inside, I said as if Lee was waiting for me.
"My foot..."
It was then that Lee Gwang opened his lips while sneezing. The secret whistle resonates with the crowd as it heads for the cold sword tool, and he suddenly calls out as if he was struck by lightning. And the workpiece began to pour cold sweat from his forehead.
"......"
When the crowds hardened the cold sword factory, they were in a frenzy. Lee Gwang now said, without using hexagonal power, it contained the roaring lion in the intestine.
"I'm sorry, but we can't have an uprising with a mob full of ugly corpses. I should settle the war with them in honor of their brains. Those who agree with these lunatics, please leave, and those who don't, please stay."
Phonetic
The Muslims were each muttering their opinions. If the cold weather sword tool had pushed a little further, it would have been a struggle against the hundreds of masters here, but it was a blur. The teacher standing next to the Cold Celestial Sword factory shouted at him as if to scold him.
"Hey! That's a different story! Why don't you do it?"
"......"
Without answering, the cold weather sword was only blubbering and blubbering and mute. Even his disciples were worried, so they jumped in and sat on the chair as they held him up. It looked like a sewing doll.
What's going on? '
I was curious about him, but I didn't see any special trauma. Shortly thereafter, one of the inner soldiers emerged, one by one.
Urgh...
After a little while, there were about a dozen people who appeared to be members of the Sulfuric Acid and Jeoncheon Alliance, and about a dozen Muslim athletes who seemed to have been hostile to the brain. There were still dozens of Muslims left who wanted to watch the situation. In other words, more than just Muslims to paint had escaped.
The teacher became restless because he thought it was much different from the calculations. Perhaps his calculations were based on a successful incitement and a joint effort with all Muslims. However, if there is only this number, they think they are likely to be killed by Lee Kwang.
Lee told the Muslims in front of the statue calmly.
"Do you really think our nephrines created that terrible tragedy?"
"Stop nagging me! Don't talk nonsense about this place, you vile creature!"
"Hmmm..."
Lee thought for a moment and said.
"If so, let's add a few lines to the tragedy."
"Wha..."
Splash!
It was quick. His hands moved invisible, his spear caught in his hand, and the neck of the Muslims standing protesting in front of the statue burst at the same time. Some of them were Muslim women, and they were exterminated in an instant.
"......?"
The elders of the Sulfur Clan and Jeoncheon Blind were blinding for a moment to see if the situation was unclear. The first thing I noticed was that as a male palace teacher, he was making a face that wanted to 'this is not it.' He gives a big, disheartening look and shouts to Lee Kwang in a hurry.
"Yi... Yi Kwang! Hold on! Hold on! This is suicide..."
Lee said in his grave as he cut off his words.
"Teacher Nam-goong. Let me tell you something, I've always hated you. The Gandhiji Church wants to make Heavenly Beast into a Scarecrow and rule over the will of the Five Generations, even though Wijihorn, my best friend, lets out a sigh."
"Well... well... well..."
Lee revealed the fangs of the beast.
"It's such a pity that a day like this has come, scum."
Puqaqium
"Grrrgh!!"
At the end of the sentence, Lee ran and mixed the techniques of Lan (27396;) and Charles (21049;) and burst his body into dozens of pieces. Even the Southern Palace teacher seemed to be in his own way, but he was killed in a second without resisting Lee Kwang once. Teacher Nam-gwang's escort fighters hurriedly attacked Lee Gwang, but Lee looked the same and quietly waved his spear.
Shushen!
"Rrrrgh..."
"Help..."
Kwaguang
It was quick. Dozens of Unsullied were literally slaughtered. The spectators couldn't move because it was too short of a time. Their faces were filled with horror and awe.
All that was left was the Sulfuric Elder's Cold Weaver Sword, the Sulfuric Soldiers, and the ordinary Muslims who were left to watch this happen. Lee, who was looking at the intestines, walked to the cold sword tool and stood in front of him.
"You keep your mouth shut, and I'll spare your two direct disciples. Point it out."
"......"
The cold sword tool trembles, pointing fingers at the two disciples standing next to him. Lee Gwang nods as he looks at their faces and starts slaughtering again.
Pa 'at
Kwajik
Puebuck
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Once again, all the sulfuric acid fighters were destroyed, except for the two disciples, as well as the Cold Cedar Sword. Lee Kwang, who had slaughtered almost thirty people in an instant, didn't have a drop of blood on his clothes.
"Ahh… ahh…"
"Master..."
Two of the disciples were hung from the miserable corpse of the commodity with a cry. Lee said coldly.
"Your master saved your lives instead of facing Agari. Don't forget your master's death today, and let him rot in the sulfuric acid for all eternity."
I did.
Lee Kwang let the cold sword worker or teacher talk a lot, but at the critical moment, he stretched out the shape-shifter and suppressed the spirit of the cold sword worker. And if he shut up, he seemed to have threatened to save his life.
"......"
The disciples left after collecting the teacher's body with tears in their eyes. Lee glanced at their backs and told the spectators.
"And get the hell out of here. This place will be a battlefield soon."
"Hi-ya."
They gave up Kangho's pride and began to flee as soon as Lee Gwang's words fell. I had always wanted to run away, but I was so scared that my feet wouldn't move. In the middle of the bloodbath, Lee Kwang stretches out his arms.
"Is this the beginning?"
"That's right. The tide of the sea must have started."
The basket that was behind the monolith came out walking through the cauliflower. He suddenly said, looking at the light in the sea of blood.
"If you get into trouble on the way, don't forget to clump with the White Herd at any time."
"Haha, it won't happen until the rains have cleared."
"Good."
It's already surrounded by major paramilitary organizations, masters from all over, and all sorts of mercenaries. Cold Cedar Sword Commodore and the Master of the South Palace would try to persuade the masters of the intestine to attack us and escape through the cracks, but Lee Kwang blankly stepped out of the slaughter and missed the time.
Miho, who was standing next to me, sent me a letter.
[This is going to be so much fun! How many people do you think we're gonna kill?]
"Well..."
I knew the goal of today's cerebral neonatal cortex was to pretend it was an open war and commit genocide. So I thought for a moment and muttered.
"They'll build mountains with corpses..."
The more chaotic the better.
Notoriety is fine.
That way the masters of the brain will join us!
It seemed like a crazy plan, but it was because telemetry had asked the Soviet monk to stop and he was confident in the impotence of the encephalocele. At the same time, there seemed to be a feeling that he wanted to give a punch to the stubborn Heavenly Tribute.
If you have a full level of conversation with the Chungcheon Blind, all you have to do is find new order with your strength. You can't fight the Libyan Church because you're afraid of the Garden of Bliss, so it's better to admit it by force. That's how brain nephrines live in rivers.
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Slightly amended