Soon after returning to the Moon Moon with the sword, I heard that the Pantheon had been wiped out. Perhaps there was a beam of light in there that destroyed the Pleiades. What only two people accomplished was remarkable, but I could easily predict the destruction of the brain kidneys.
'There's no way we can make it to the end.'
Even when I did my best to assist him, the Demon King of the Imperial Palace finally stopped me. I wondered if I could cope with the lawyers before, rather than run. At this rate, it seemed clear that Jinzo would die somewhere within a few years.
As I was making a heavy look, she guessed what I was thinking.
"Now is not the time to worry about others. If you don't help me, there will be nowhere to go."
"Yes."
"Before we move into turbulence, we need to see if we can negotiate a twelve rate."
As she muttered, I said something that popped into my head.
"Why don't you give the Black and White Soviet Union to the twelve shareholders?"
"Hmm. Not a bad idea."
I was already stockpiling black and white flutes on my collar. The Black Horse has also been training with me for six years and has drastically improved its history by taking the Black & White Soviet Union. The Black and White Soviet Union fell behind for a thousand years at a simple rate of internal amplification, but it was true that it was the elixir of life.
She thought carefully and said.
"... No, I'm not sure."
"Yes?"
"I have no idea what it's like to be twelve."
The lucky horse was a horse.
"In your memory, it was only one encounter with the twelve syllables, the secret to twelve syllables. And you broke up against the twelve."
I blushed because I was ashamed of the past. But she shakes her hand and says,
"It's no shame to lose to twelve. If the Eastern Forest exists, it will be more than a minimum of a legal guardian. The problem is somewhere else."
"What is the problem?"
"Metaphorically speaking with him, it's unclear what kind of person he is or what he wants. Even if you protect the East from the Izoku, knowing such a huge and abstract goal cannot infer your individual disposition. The Twelve Lords also gave you false information."
"Well..."
The sword was right. That is why God also advised me not to believe in the twelve Gospels. She said.
"I guess I thought it was a little simpler. My mistake."
"No, it can't be used by a Hungarian, can it?"
"Of course, if you want to offer the Black and White Sovereign Union as part of the twelve, you will accept it. But I need to find out more about what a twelve man is before that."
"What should we do?"
"I have to think about that."
I groan and shake my head with the sword. If it were a blessing, he would have given up a brilliant plan in this situation or judged twelve weeks. It was a time when I regretted not having a professional brain-roller.
Is it that much past the halfway mark? I flashed and had an idea.
"The Commandment Moon!"
"Hmm?"
"Twelve Yul-ju came to the midterms and tournament and took the prize, the Commandment Lunar New Year. Isn't that why he needed the new Commandments?"
I thought this was an opportunity to get a clue about the twelve.
"Hmmm..."
She folds her arms in wonder and worries. He got back to me soon.
"Rumor has it there is the greatest artillery under heaven in the New Testament. I thought the Twelve Lords took the Gospel of Commandment because of that rumor. You're saying there might be another reason?"
"Yes."
I nodded and said:
"Maybe the Crescent of Commandment is a glowing and armoured tool I have?"
"......!!"
"The twelve voluntary shamanism was amazing. If he took the Gospel of Commandment at the risk of coming to the Middle School, that's the only reason."
The Black Horse, who heard me, was amazed.
"Indeed... I see. I never thought of it that way. Amazing!"
"No, I don't think so..."
"No, it's hard to think about from a Muslim perspective. Because you're an ex-employee, that's what I can come up with!"
The black horse claps his hands together and twists his chin.
"Hmm. And the magic tools were also made by creatures called Madosa. That means that the object associated with the foreigners or their god, [Old Master], is the Commanded New Moon."
"I think it's possible."
"... I see a little contour."
She seemed to think for a while. And then he said,
"Hundred. Then we'd better move now, too."
"Shall we go to twelve?"
"No, I'm going to Toma."
To Toma?
When I looked at the black horse in a surprised manner, he said.
"Good thing I owe you one anyway! Let's go to Falling Yang right now."
"Wouldn't it be dangerous?"
"We don't stand a chance unless the torso is shaken by the brain aneurysm. It's also the chance of a genius sunbae being created by a brain nephrine. Tooma needs to be dealt with right now."
"Ah!"
"We need to get information from Toma."
There was no hesitation in the adamant words of the sword. I learned one thing from the sword's words.
'Decisiveness…!!'
She wasn't just brainy. Once I had determined something, I had the ability to quickly measure the situation before and after and without delay. And because his judgment had never been wrong, he would have been able to survive as the supreme ruler of the Safari Forest. I thought it was imperative that I learn this from the sword.
Pa!
Using the flashlight, she immediately went to the unpopular alley of the Fallen Sheep and said.
"Toma's stronghold is in Yongyong Palace."
"I've never heard of Yong-un Palace..."
"An old imperial palace that is no longer in use. That's where he's been keeping the floodlights."
She had detailed information about Toma. After he found out that his daughter, Seo Mun-hye, had gone missing at the Festival of Cancer, he would have gathered a lot of information about Toma. It was proof that I could be so sure.
I followed the Black Horse to Yongwon Palace. Yongyong Palace was also quite remote in the Fall Yang Castle, and was located at the border with the resistance. At about thirty feet high, the old pulmonary palace stood lonely at the bottom of the hill. As the crow wept past sunset, the black horse said.
"Kill them all first."
"Yes."
It's simple and clear. I also don't have good feelings for Toma, so I'll just kill her first. With that opinion, we flew towards the hill with the Dragon Palace without anyone having to first. I was cautious because there might be some kind of setback, but I didn't see it. Apparently, they didn't place it because they thought it would lead to suspicion so that it would be a real stronghold.
Wheaties
Beyond the entrance of the Dragon Palace, as I entered the darkened lung palace, I felt a dreary energy. There was little popularity, but in my senses, there were still a few masters hiding nearby. The gumma also sent me a message to see if she felt their resolve.
[There's Toma. I'll go first. Come with me.]
The thin, real sound seems to bounce off. The gumma disappeared the next moment and beat the three masters on the trail ( ) with the sword while traveling at super-speed. The dead don't even scream. At extremely high speeds, I could see that the black horse's artillery was much higher than it used to be.
As the water gushes from the unseen, the Masters of Suraban protrude from all over. They stared at me with a heavy gust of life to see if they thought they had found out.
"This guy."
"Die!"
Wedge
Swords fly from place to place. I could tell there were about a dozen masters in Suramun, and it was quite a process for them to attack the group while surrounding me. There were not many, but they were Muslims who were trained one by one.
But I used the obituary to leisurely avoid all those attacks.
'Is this what the elite of the Aramoons look like... It's about the same as the gold standard.'
The process of judging their performances in my mind was surprisingly cold. I was able to pierce the gap between my enemies with a mortal scourge, gently knocking them down and crushing them.
Puebuck!
"Khh."
Four of the elite of the Saramoons fell in blood and were saved. I hit them with my bare hands because I had nothing to use my sword, but the internal air in my fist was so processed that they had to spurt blood from the turkey. I only needed about a dozen seconds to exterminate the elite of the Saramoons, and I grabbed the head of the last Saramoon Master and lifted him to the ground.
"Knng... khh... Master..."
I glanced coldly at the strangled master of Suraban, who was in my hands, and said,
"You're out of luck."
If it had been me seven years ago, I would have used at least 200 seconds of brainpower here. Suramun's elite was exceptional for Safamurists.
But they were children to me now that I could handle them. I didn't even need brainlight.
"Th-think... Kill... me..."
"Sure."
Pearl
I choked him to death as soon as he finished speaking. After throwing the body to the ground, I immediately moved along the path where the black horse had gone. Since I've spent less than half the time here, she should already be fighting Tooma.
My prediction was not wrong, and when I arrived in front of the innermost, Flounder palace, a sudden glow burst out.
Grrr!!
There was a big dust wind. At the very heart of the palace, Tooma, a ruined colored figure, mourns for him, and a black horse stands opposite him. Whether the gumma pushed the servant constantly or not, Toma seemed to be bleeding from the whole body, so she could collapse at any moment.
Toma shouts to the gumma.
"Blackhorse!! Why are you attacking me?"
The gumma was cold to his words.
"Have you forgotten my daughter's work?"
"......!!"
Toma looks frightened. She looks as if she knew about it, but she soon turns to a callous look. It was probably a quick analogy that Seo Mun-hye had returned safely to the Moon-mun after the pirate island was robbed. But he said as if he didn't understand.
"Then why are you...?"
"You don't need to know that."
"Ugh..."
She takes a step forward and laughs at Toma.
"It's always been annoying for me to have you tied up in my class. I'm going to finish you off."
"......"
Toma seems to have been greatly humiliated by her words. In fact, she was able to finish Toma a a long time ago, but she tried to measure her skills and looked like a cat playing with rats. However, Toma soon said with a distorted smile.
"Hehe... Yes... You were the only strong among the Pharmas... I've always envied you... It seems that no matter how hard you fight and train, you will never get there." "
What is Toma trying to say?
She glances back at him, and he speaks.
"But... you've come too late... I've already acquired the power of the Dragon Warrior!"
Kuku!
Suddenly, a black light flowed from Toma's body. Despite the unexpected changes, she hurriedly casts a winning sword to throw hundreds of pieces at him, but Tooma's sword pierces and grinds, but does not stop at anything.
Blub-ub!
It's as if black clay is making dark light out of the air. The Pokémon has already become ineffective. I looked at it and I remembered one thing.
The monster the brain nephrines encountered when they hit the sulfuric acid wave! '
Jinzou told me that when he went to fight Yong-chul, a leader of the sulfuric acid faction and a master of the spirit faction, two men who guarded Yong-chul turned into monsters of Yong Dynasty. I managed to defeat the creature, but the power seemed so strong that I had to miss the business. And Tooma, who belongs to the Divine Constitution, also seems to be able to transform into a soluble monster.
What the hell is that? '
This is awkward.
What the hell is tolerance?
The shepherd sends a message to me as I gather the sword to try something.
[Good timing. Quit and get out of here.]
[But if he turns into a dragon, it's dangerous.]
[As expected. Don't worry. Get out of here.]
Goooooooo...
At that moment, I swallowed a saliva as the specter of processing boiled over the gumma's body. The white aura shook like a living flame and began to envelop his sword. The gumma smiled and said.
"It's dangerous to be within a fifty radius."
It was when I left the place as if I had been bounced off the brink of a whirlwind, as the Black Horse had said, far beyond fifty chapters.
Kukwakwakwakwakwabang!!
There was a primary explosion.
[Cough!!]
A new black dragon appeared to be blinding at an alarming rate, shivering with a tumma. The figure was not already human, and it was more like a monster.
Incredible speed! '
Toma's physical ability, transformed into a dragon, was lightly overcoming that of a superpowered master.
It was when I was shaking and looking at him from afar.
Concepts converged.
The gumma moves with her sword, as if dancing.
Rather, it seemed to blend with the flow of nature in nature itself as though it was a pole of nothing.
Kuku Kung
The black horse's eyes crack while the shivering aura fends off Toma's powerful attack. In the space of the Council of Concern, I heard the voice of the black horse Najjik speaking.
Fish Sword
Gin
Immortality
Shook!
It was as if the sword of the black horse had disappeared and turned into a mass of photons. The sword that had become completely intangible suddenly reversed its speed and lightly cut off its left arm. As Elurin was ripped out of the air, Tooma turned into a dragon and hesitated to feel something strange.
It was really strange. With speed and strength, Toma, who turned into a dragon, is overwhelmingly overpowered and counteracted?
But I could see what just happened because I was able to observe the agenda. I swallowed the saliva at the same time.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
Ultimate Blade!
Photons float in the air and surround Toma the dragon. And according to the Immortal Sword's inspection, the sword can be transformed into the most noble sword of all the world whenever it wants, and the enemy can be hacked to pieces! However, not only is that photon selectively able to attack the opponent, it's also being cut down along with the Abandoned Palace Building.
Soon after, Tooma tries to attack again, but he stumbles back and forth, swayed by an invisible force. In fact, a myriad of strikes (26028; 25802;) were pouring down, slashing the dragon's helmet, and it seemed to be pushed away because his body was strong.
Phew!
Toma's molten metal pops up, unable to withstand the thunderstorm of light. Tooma lets out a dragon's scream to see if he was experiencing sudden death, and she wields her finger again to control the sword.
Kuaang
Tooma's limbs are torn apart with the thunder. Hundreds of strikes have passed since then. It was helpless, as if the wings of a bird were being torn off.
The power of the Dragon appeared to be immense, but in front of the martial arts world at the extreme level, it was to face death. I trembled at the sight from a distance.
That is the power of the Feast of Destiny!
Implementation of imagination beyond physical limits to reach the human body!
[Coughing]
Kugong
A heavy voice echoes through the earth. Toma eventually falls to her knees, losing her limbs. The bubbles boil in Toma's mouth. Now she can save him with one blow if she wants to.
However, she did not end up in the space of her own dedication.
I came to his side after the sword broke, and soon I could see the condition of Tooma closely. Tooma is returning to the human race as tolerances are loosened whether she has suffered too much damage.
"Glug... Glug..."
As Toma struggles, she folds her arms.
"Toma, do you want to die?"
"Th... kill me. I can't even win with tolerance..."
Toma was desperate and seemed to shed tears. He was also as strong as an unmanned man and would have thought himself invincible after gaining tolerance. However, he seemed desperate to himself when he lost the Pure Black Horse Feast.
However, she smiled coldly.
"You lost. You don't know the rules of thumb about losing to a winner."
"Ugh..."
"The White Void Act. Put his life on the line."
Followed by the words of the sword, I could see that he was a Sapphire.
"I can't just kill the man who touched my daughter."
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