The Black Horse and I first headed to a place where the secret feasts and urges of the Black Night Gates are hidden. The information that Black Horse said at the risk of his life was true, and there was an inscription that included the Black Moon, including the Black Moon Blade, and the Black Moon Blade. When I saw the name of the shameless, I was frantic and muttered.
"The black moon is all there. Surprisingly, there is a legitimate noncommission in the Sewage Gate…"
It was a common perception that assassination was originally a low-performing profession. It was extremely rare for assassins who were normally able to order in the river to go beyond top-notch aerospace. It is strange that there is such a formal rationing, and that there is such a thing as a great master or a great master in the underwater sect.
"It's no surprise. As I understand it, the Dark Moons used to be clandestine and trained as artisans. It had just been corrupted by the Blue Gate from some point on."
"Hmm."
"That's why Black Horse artisans are the best in Palma."
The sword that solved my question was the horse.
"These artisans are worth collecting. You know this position well."
"Yes."
According to the fact that the sword is worth collecting, the Dark Night Gate was originally a martial arts family. I've memorized this place well. It was because I thought I might be able to find out the secret of the Dark Secrets if I came later.
We then took the Black Horse's seal and went to the Great White Battlefield. There were all kinds of zip documents and land documents, including gold ingots like Altoran, which were collected by Black Horses. When she succeeded in bringing out at least a thousand pieces of silver, she said.
"What about the gold ingots and the house documents and the land documents?"
"What do you think of the doorman?"
"I want to give it all back to gold and take it into consideration. But I was wondering if you had anything to do with it."
"Well..."
I thought about it for a while. Then he replied.
"I don't think black horses live here for nothing. I think it would be nice to find out more about the sympathy."
"This land was not bought for speculation, but for the management of the Sewers?"
"Maybe so."
"I suppose so. No way that scumbag bought the land just to make money. I'll see what I can do."
She convinced him and said,
"The rest can be your fortune, depending on what you do next."
"You mean the young butchers."
In case of retirement or death, the Black Night Gate was gathering orphans from ages 10 to 15 and nurturing them. The Black Horse told us about the nursery before he died.
"Yes. Strong fans morally exclude killing, but it is a great advantage to have the killing power in the next few years."
"......"
She asked me if I would be the owner of the Salomon clan. Now that we know where the nursery is, all we have to do is eliminate or capture the instructor there. I pondered and said:
"No, I want them to walk on sunshine."
"Really? There's no reason for you to be merciful to those butchers... even if they're still using them for supplies and water, they won't even think about blaming you."
Her words were true. Those who are born as orphans and raised to be fatherless for a lifetime are mortgaged for their lives, so they only obey the above commands. But I shaken my head and said decisively.
"Those I will face in the future are meaningless if I have the power to kill. There's no reason to rush their lives."
"If that's what you're thinking, I'll get it sorted out by today."
"Yes."
Pa 'at
We went to the nursery. Then he found an instructor who trained the assassins and subdued them in a second.
"Non-blood biopsy. The Black Horse is dead."
"......"
The serpent's jaw tightens as his jaw tightens. He seems to be a first-timer and doesn't seem to be in the best shape of the game. She shows him the Black Horse's signature for a moment before speaking.
"I can cut your throat and be blameless, but I'll let you live. Gather all the young assassins in one place and come here."
"Can you believe you're not trying to exterminate us?"
She snores.
"That's funny. Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you?"
"I am Black Horse Seo Mun Dae Dragon."
"......!!"
"The Black Horse was not even a tenth of a second old to me. I'm not going to kill you with my name on it, so get me some right now."
The Black Sword looks at the Black Horse with unbelievable eyes, but the Black Horse wins and opens his mouth as he slashes ten trees at once. It was because he had seen the martyrdom of the Sage Master that he had never imagined. Then, after figuring out the situation, the non-blood sword ran somewhere.
A few moments later, the blood blade gathers all the young assassins. This place was a rare mountain forest, so it was like living in a hut built all over the place. And not only the youngest, but the two or three instructors as well.
The Black Horse Seo Moon Dragon said.
"The Dark Gates are over. And since you are the legacy of the Black Horse, I will guide you."
Instructor-class assassins seemed to notice each other. Then the non-blood sword came out as the representative and said,
"Can we continue to train like this?"
"No, you don't have to. As of today, you will be a permanent family and you will learn from the beginning."
"......!!"
"I'll tell you what, if you don't act right as Mundo, I'll execute you on the spot. Raise your hand if you are ready."
Then, the instructor and the cub seemed to notice each other. After a while, they raise their hands. It was because she had already created an irresistible atmosphere. The sword, who had been forced to agree, smiled satisfactorily.
"Good."
I put their power into my collar. Then I told the Black Horse Seo Moon Dae Dragon.
"I see you have 26 new doors."
"We were shorthanded. It was only in the Middle School that I lived with the lower gate, but when I was considering it, I noticed..."
She mumbled like that.
"Then let's find out more about the Black Horse's fortune."
I traveled around the battlefield with the Black Horse for a few days and found out how much Black Horse property he had. As a result, we could see that the answers and buildings that Black Horses had bought in all the parts of the Middle Circle were enormous and were the same as the rejection of one castle. We could also find out the intent of the Black Horse, which was suspicious to us.
The gumma says in a dazzling voice.
"You lunatic... you just lived to save money!"
"......"
"How can you think of buying a garden in the middle of the night?"
I did.
When I found out, I had no intention. The Black Horse either saved up the money he had in the contract business like an Altoran or bought a building somewhere. It must have been the Black Horse's pleasure to watch his fortune blow up every day. Moreover, even the huge gardens owned by the emperor's relatives, Wang Yao, paid for them directly from him.
I said it because I didn't understand.
"Do contractors make this much money?"
"The Black Horse was the best assassin in the middle class, and the Black Night Gate was the best steward. There would have been endless jobs everywhere. Isn't it weird if you didn't make money? It's very expensive."
"Hmmm..."
"If a commoner tries to appeal to the Dark Gates, it makes him feel bad."
For a moment, I remembered in the past that the chief used his money to kill me and commissioned the Dark Gates. At that time, I didn't think much about it because it was just unfair to die, but the chief, who was a tyrant and ruler of the village, had to spend a lot of money to kill one person.
I suddenly remembered my question and asked her.
"Are you sure the Black Horse is the best assassin in the midterm?"
"Hmm? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I was just wondering..."
"Aha. I wonder if black horses are the limit of lethal force."
She chuckled and said.
"Of course not. The best assassin in the Middle East can't be a black mile."
"Yes?"
"There's a rumor floating in the Moorish. There is the ultimate assassin who has reached the age of innocence, and his clan is called the Monopoly. Once upon a time, the assassin was a black horse, but he was impossible."
"Unsullied? You mean not to kill? I wouldn't call that an assassin..."
"That's not it. It may not seem like it can kill anything, but it actually means the Grim Reaper's ability to kill everything that's alive. If he's alive, he's flipped over saying he can kill anything."
Longevity!
It was a word that aroused people's curiosity. I didn't understand the meaning of the sword.
"It literally sounds like a dream. Is there really such an assassin?"
"I believe I exist."
She folds her arms and says,
"... because there is a record that the Apostle in the book has met him."
"......!!"
"The creature is not an assassin, it moves only according to its own principles and assassinates for a great cause. He also said that no superpowered master could save his life from his hands."
It was amazing.
You're telling me there really is a legendary assassin who kills the dead?
When I opened my mouth in shock, she smiled bloody.
"Well, it was three generations ago, so maybe he just didn't show up. It's a one-man war, so the tradition could be lost. What is certain is that it will never be a target of its existence unless it is greatly mistaken."
"I see."
"That's enough gossip. Let's go back to Jungwon 20,000. We can't dispose of this kind of property overnight."
At that moment, I had a thought in my head.
'Even though they were from Safa until now, they did not commit evil acts because of the death of their fatherless child.'
The more evil you do, the easier it will be for you to be a target of the Apostle.
In other words, it meant that we were safe just by keeping it safe.
Maybe that's what it means to believe in the existence of the Grim Reaper. However, I buried it in my heart because it was not a good thing to ask the sword myself.
We needed the financial space to feed 26 people right away, so we sold five buildings and turned them all into gold ingots and came back for consideration. And after a ceremony for instructor-level killers and young killers to accept it as a new zero-tolerance, they went through the process of converting their internal airspace into a zero-tolerance internal airspace. The conversion rate was not very good, but there was a limit to the perforation of lethal water anyway, so it was good for them in the long term.
At the end of the series, it seemed to be growing rapidly. Although there were many masters, it was working as a weakness, and this time, a new door was also solved by the introduction of a new one.
She stayed with him for about seven days and nights, and then she told me.
"Go now, then."
"I understand."
"Escape immediately if anything happens."
"......"
I don't know if that's possible.
I muttered bitterly to myself. Maybe we'll die like this.
But anyway, since it was the right thing to do, I went to the midterm.
Pa!
I went to a seven-year-old village near Taesan and went straight to the chief. It was still a place of healthy humans who were living like civilians. I went to the chief and showed him the Black Badge.
"Here. I brought your collar."
"Oh… oh… oh…!!"
The chief with the staff was surprised. Then he looks around the villagers and shouts.
"Hey... Here comes the Faithful!! Welcome them all."
"Oh…!!"
Then, the villagers who were living in the village, who had sinned, all came together and danced strangely together, both men and women. I couldn't believe the way he danced with clapping his hands in tune.
"Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heh."
Even
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"
I was trapped in their origins, watching them dance. It used to feel just silly, but I couldn't laugh if I knew that every single one of these seven-year-old villagers was an individual who was a two-legged person and that this dance was also a two-legged ritual.
At that time, I felt a strange sensation.
"# * @ & * % ~ ~ # & % ^ * & # * ~ ~ @ $^ & @ & ~ ~"
"......?"
Something's not right. I just feel like their language is something else. At first it sounded like a grouper, but then it was mixed with other words that had a clear meaning.
Sending
Sending
Our God.
Great one, accept our tribute.
Increasingly, this prophecy became clear. It was only then that I realized that the song that the seven-year-olds were singing was actually a grouper. Because they are mixed in with human words and emitting subtle wavelengths, ordinary humans simply do not understand.
Soon after the dance, the chief said.
"Believers, I don't care where you got your necklace or who you got it from... As long as you have your necklace, we will do our best to guide you to God..."
I looked at the slimy white tree.
"We can go under that tree."
"Huff... How did you...!!"
Sung Woong
The seven-year-old villagers were embarrassed. I looked at them all the time and said,
"Let me ask you one thing before I go to meet him."
"......"
"If I let you escape your fate, what will you give me in return?"
The villagers were surprised. It's because I must know the secret of the seven-year-old village in detail. So the chief, who had just been fine, trembled like an aspen and said.
"W-who are you? Are you the Great One?"
"No, I am a human being. They just have special powers."
I talked back and said,
"I'll ask you again. What would you do for me if I freed you from your fate?"
"......"
Phonetic
They seemed to be talking in a grouch. I had no choice but to hear their murmuring to see if I was yet able to interpret such a grouper. They gathered and had a violent debate, and after a ceremony, the chief walked in front of me and said,
"We will serve you as master of the soul. I will submit forever, and I will tell you the greatest secret of my tribe."
"Good. Don't ever forget that."
Pa!
As I stood under the white wood, I felt the vibrations of heaven and earth.
After a while, the surrounding space shifted and I noticed that I was in a strange dyke. The dense forest was tens of pages long, and strange magical objects were flying around.
This is where it was.
I've already been here, so I took a calm step. I knew where to meet him even if the magic objects didn't lead me separately.
Kuku...
Something enormous was abolished. A tentacle with black bat wings lies in the middle of a huge canyon, much larger than a dozen pages in size.
The tentacles hung on their bodies like the breasts of a woman. And that giant tentacle breast, that faceless bat you saw earlier, was sucking like a baby.
As I confronted its existence again, I felt intimacy instead of the enormous pressure I had previously felt. This is the second time I've encountered that existence, but the pressure has subsided.
He looked at me and said.
[Did they come to feel me without my call? You're very funny.]
What I felt was curiosity. I politely bowed my head to him and said to myself:
[Old ruler. I have come to the Rock to borrow your power.]
[Tell me... by the power vested in me... I give you one right... to turn life into death... into life... no one... can escape this power...]
[That's...]
I tried to speak in my mind, but I stopped and asked.
[I have a question for you.]
[Speak...]
By your power... can a creature called a copycat be put to death?]
[......]
He briefly patted the bat's wings and said.
[That is another matter... ruler of Le Luis... whose existence is the direct rule of chaos... a transcendent whose existence has never existed from the beginning... whose power of inversion cannot be applied to him by law.]
[Thank you for your response.]
As I replied, the existence spoke to me in a funny manner.
[Do you want to fight the transcendents with the 7th Birthday... as well as the fun...]
The opponent seems to have read my mind. [Old Master] It was a downward superpower.
[Impossible?]
[Possible...]
Although it was positive, it left something uncertain. I turned my head and said,
[Please bring back a human named Jegalsa.]
[Good...]
The tentacles protrude from the body of the old ruler, and you see a void. Then something like smoke came out of the air. The old ruler blew the smoke and sent it somewhere.
[Revived...]
[Thank you. And can you do me one more favor?]
I didn't feel much fear, so I asked for it in the grave. Then the old ruler silenced for a moment as if surprised.
[Speak...]
[Release your fellow volunteers from the Wheel. It doesn't seem to fit into the human world.]
[It's very easy…]
Soon after, the existence spoke with a smile.
[Come here when you like...]
Pa!!
Shortly after, I returned to the seven-year-old village.
Then I frowned.
"Damn it!"
There are bodies everywhere.
It was the body of every human dog. Those individuals who were returning to their essence and died must have been the seven-year-old villagers before they lived. He must have died at the hands of the old ruler.
Do you understand me asking you to kill him for release from the bowl? '
It seemed to be the interpretation of freeing them from the cycle of life by death.
'You're so rude... So divine.'
It seemed favorable to me, but as it turns out, [old ruler] was a frightening creature of chaos itself.
I buried the dog humans in the ground and returned to the Middle East.
The Black Horse, who heard my progress, nodded.
"Then let's go. I need to see the resurrected Jegalsa."
Yes, it is.
The power of the old ruler is the power of inversion!
You can make the living die, or you can save the dead.
I used to want to use it as a accessory, but now I'm just using it properly.