I have decided to comply with Zegalsa's demands. It did not take long to put the corpse and heart of the supernatural person in the collar and go to the chorus. I decided to go to the anthem because there was an altar there.
Paaaaaah!
"I wish I had the blood of the doorway, but it doesn't matter."
"What do you mean?"
"to minimize the reversal of consciousness. Of course it doesn't matter."
Zegalsa leans forward to the inner building of the Ghost Song, muttering something frantic. I followed him and asked the Jegalsa.
"How did you make and run money as a General Herbal Wine?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're employed in the anthem, but there's a lot of high-end masters waiting for them. It would have taken a lot of money to hire those people for years, but it didn't look like they were doing business or contracting."
This is what I learned in my past life when I gathered information about the anthem. The Ghost Song also had the power to be called the Muslim organization, but the problem was that the source of the power underlying it was ambiguous. He was asking himself where the money came from.
Then Jegalsa smiled.
"You're quite interested in someone else's work, aren't you?"
"......"
"It's no big secret, so I'll let you know. I had a lot of money because I was commissioned by a high ranking official."
"Quest?"
"I'm a bit of a martyr, and I pride myself on being good at martyrdom, among other things. I took care of Yin 's affairs that I couldn't reveal in the world with her skill set, and I got paid a lot for it."
I glanced at him and said as if Jegalsa was annoying.
"Why now? I didn't come here to tell you about my past."
"Do you know of Mangosteen Jegalhyan?"
Hmph!
At that moment, Jeguk opened his eyes.
"What about him?"
"Manslaughter is the brother of the Chamberlain of Internal Affairs, whom you killed. So you put the loneliness that exploded in the Grimoire."
"Hehehe... What do you want to know?"
I looked at him and said it again and again.
"Whatever you're up to, I'll leave it to the doorman. It's the same for me. But if there's any death in your magic, then I will kill you with all my heart."
"......"
Jegalsa stopped instead of walking. He said with a pause.
"It would be inappropriate to ask what the White Howl has to do with the prefecture... He usually had friends from all walks of life."
He turns his head this way and speaks.
"But you can rest assured. He has a side that resembles me, and he's a cute niece, so he didn't do it. I can put my name on it."
I retaliated because I was embarrassed.
"Cute niece? I'm guessing your niece, too."
"My niece and nephew. He's arrogant, selfish, and he's carrying an Imperial Palace on his back. I've always wanted to kill the butcher."
The Jegalsa who answered without hesitation said.
"And essentially, we Jegals are not a place for others to worry. Don't you think it's rude for you to interfere in your clan's affairs?"
"I apologize for that."
"Huh-huh. I wouldn't hold back if I was talking nonsense, but it's pretty fun."
Jubbuck
Jubbuck
As I began walking again, I came to the heart of a ghost song that had never been here before. On the outside, it wasn't that big, but it was getting darker and deeper inside. I gradually realized that I was walking more than fifty chapters through a labyrinthine passageway, and I realized that this was a well-constructed fortress.
There was a torch in the cave. Each one was covered by human hands. Perhaps he had torched the torch until recently. I looked around the cave, and Jegalsa said.
"From now on, don't touch anything without permission. Gin is spread out."
"What kind of gin?"
"Gin in the Samcheon Yang !"
Zegalsa walked slowly to see if there was any law, and without hesitation walked down the fork in the path of the anthill. Perhaps choosing a fork in the road itself was Gin's solution. I kept my mouth shut and followed Zegalsa through the camp in 3,000 Yangtze because I knew the truth was right.
A long time later, there is an exit, and there is a huge room with an altar. This must be the room of the altar of consciousness. Zegalsa stood in front of the altar and said,
"Place the body and heart on the altar."
"I have one question."
"What a pain in the ass. What else you want to know?"
Zegalsa clears her throat, but I said without hesitation.
"I hear you're halfway done with the Jegalbonians. Is it because of the pagan arts and the pagan arts you've honed?"
"You're the one who's been poking at other people's sensitive spots like that. Obviously, it's only been a day since we met, so it's rude."
"You embraced being a soldier. And what the law does is it identifies factors that pose a risk to the text. Isn't it natural for me to know your past when I'm carrying out the doorbell?"
When I didn't back down, Jegalsa gave me a strange look.
"Unique, I wonder who doesn't own Chilyo. I don't hate that."
The muttering zegalsa was a word.
"That's right. I have studied exotic techniques for many years, and it was discovered by my brother that I was banished from the Jegalbons. Of course, he was a gentleman, so he didn't give me any big money, and I was living roughly in the chorus because everything was bothering me."
"What is the art of apostasy?"
"The literature on the Vatican Bridge has a lot of xenophobic references, so I looked at the data and became familiar with it. It has nothing to do with me leaving the Jegals."
"Hmm."
"Are you done asking questions?"
I pondered and asked.
"You've been dead for years. In the meantime, have you seen the afterlife?"
"The afterlife..."
Zegalsa stood there and twisted her chin.
"The afterlife, of course, existed, but I wasn't there. Because I lived in another tunnel for a peek. My soul has been silent and preserved for a long time."
"What do you mean? A sneak peek?"
"There is a world unlike this one. Blood or blood or ring or water... I was much more interesting to you than the human world."
I didn't understand. I squeezed my alcoholic knowledge and grunted and said.
"Wait! I don't understand. When a human dies, the soul breaks apart and heads for heaven and earth? What happens to your soul when you die?"
"Hehe. That's a very good question. I was curious about that, too, and I started my major."
Zegalsa, who was grinning, said.
"There is, to be sure, an afterlife, but it is a very different realm from what we imagine. The King of Salt and the Order are completely different from what's known in the world. The description of the afterlife of Toga or impossible is not wrong by itself, but it is close to the surface of watermelon."
"......"
"Enough chitchat. I don't have three days and nights to explain this properly."
"I understand."
Swook
I took the supernatural heart and corpse from my armor and laid them on the altar.
I felt complicated at the same time. I've survived my entire life to prevent the tyranny of savages like the human race, and I can't believe I'm the one doing the human race! The seagull who found my face trembling said.
"You don't have to think this through. These are puppets that never existed in the first place."
"Have you ever performed ergonomics or sacrifices before?"
"Of course. I used a replacement like this at the time."
I couldn't find any hesitation or embarrassment on Zegalsa's face. His spirituality was at a level I couldn't understand. When I glanced at him, Jegalsa said.
"I'm going to say this because I think you're mistaken. The ergonomic ritual is a very efficient technique prior to its cruelty. Most people can't even enter the pagan arts unless they have mastered the art of humanity."
"Damn... is that what you're saying? Efficiency."
"Because it's efficient, it's a humanitarian gesture. Not for any other reason."
That's what Jegalsa said.
"Why do you think the Lords of the Eunuch continue their brutal ritual of humanity? Of course, there was a demand for a surrogate, but God didn't ask for one, and the human side volunteered an offering. because the result of doing humanity has always been a tremendous price that human power cannot pay."
"What do you mean?"
"Ancient humans were weakened. Without God's help, they would have been extinct long ago. Instead of receiving sacrifices through human sacrifice, God pioneered hundreds of rinnas, eliminated ferocious magic, and blessed abundance. I gave a very generous price for the lives of a few humans."
I stared at him.
"I wonder if you could say that even if you were in the position of the sacrifice."
I grumbled as if it was ridiculous.
"What are you talking about? Of course, you learned how to drink and study to keep yourself out of that position. It's a life I've worked hard for."
"......"
Wrong, thinking was fundamentally different.
When I couldn't help but be amazed inside, Zegalsa continued.
"That demand you're holding, Markya, is also the result of a massive humanitarian deal between God and man. At least the owner of Chilyo can't deny the effectiveness of human artifacts."
"Chilyo may have been made that way, but that doesn't make sense."
"Khh. This is crazy. I'm talking to you. I think I'm talking to him."
Zegalsa, who was bored with her face, said.
"The people of this world may think that humanity is something else, but it has been and will continue since ancient times. As long as there is a worshiper of the Apostle who serves the pagans..."
"......"
"Anyway, it's time to wake up. I'll accept any discussion later."
"I understand."
The seagull seemed to make adjustments while changing the position of the superficial and heart. Jegalsa, who had been repositioning for a long time, wiped her brow.
"This is the most annoying. All in all directions."
"Defense?"
"Dividing into four is the basic structure and order. The concept of defence of the limbs, the divisions, and the storm is the fundamental law of magic that continues thousands of years ago."
"I've learned some shamanism myself, but I've never heard of the history of the Dark Society."
"Huh? Of course. This is the knowledge of the age when God Himself came into the world. In those days, there were no concepts, no concepts of yin and yang, but it was necessary in all directions."
The Jegalsa who answered like that said.
"As it progresses, it expands to the concept of the Savior in the sky, the Savior on the earth, and the Gushan on the earth, and it also has to do with the power of the Emperor Ooze... but there is such a thing."
"Hmm."
"Good. Now shed blood on the altar."
Tsk.
I slit my arm and bled, just as Zegalsa said. After some blood was spilled, I stopped bleeding internally, and after a while I was drenched in blood on the altar. Then Jegalsa went to the front of the altar, knelt down, and began to cast a strange spell ().
"# & ^ $* & @ & % * ^ @...."
It seemed like an elusive murmur, but I was terrified when I heard the spell.
It's a geese!
It was an intuition only I could know. The perfect geese were mixed with many Mandarin languages, but among the sounds of occasional flow, the geese ignored the changes in their ancestry.
Zegalsa, who finished the spell, told me.
"The incarnation will come here soon. Get down on the ground and never raise your head."
"I understand."
Me and Zegar lay at the bottom of the altar, silent.
Woowoo -
Then something crawled out of the air with a strange beast. I could suddenly see that in the blood of the floor, thousands of tentacles attached to each tentacle like eyes.
The incarnate, who crawled out of the air, sat down on the altar momentarily.
Poudeux
Wazak Wazak
Along with the sound of not wanting to hear, I heard the sound of superficials being eaten in real time. The incarnation had eaten for a while, but a gushing blood gushed down from the altar and tickled the tip of my nose.
And after a while, the incarnate goes into thin air again.
After the series of procedures, the Jegalsa stood up on the ground first. He told me to get up and muttered.
"Glad to see it's done. Looks like the superficial body was delicious, too."
"[Old ruler] didn't curse us?"
Zegalsa nods.
"We don't have to be afraid of the aftermath in the future. No, more than that."
The seagull points up at the altar.
"I think I left her a present."
A gift?
I came to the scene of a catastrophe in which my body was completely decomposed into blood and flesh. And looking up at the altar, there was definitely something different about it that Jegalsa said. It looks like a lump of red and rounded meat, only half the size of a fist, and it's a creature with black eyes in the middle of it.
Zegalsa grabs the monster's headache tentacle and says:
"The blood spatter I've heard so much about."
"What's so gross about that?"
"It's a shrine to a god called a haemologist. I heard that eating this will give you a special superpower."
Then Jegal chewed without hesitation on the ophthalmology. Blood splashes violently everywhere.
Wood Duck!
Win!
"Ugh..."
I turned my head to look away because I was a little upset. It was a blood-eyed eye that opened its eyes like a living eye, but the sight of chewing it was so sinister. I thought I had seen all sorts of ugly and cruel things in my life, but now I see more than I can imagine.
Jegalsa, who had eaten all the blood from the eye tree, said while wiping her mouth's blood.
"This is good. Very good."
Weeing!
As Zegalsa reached out her finger, the rock on the ledge suddenly lifted into the air. It was a rock the size of a cube, but I danced as if it were weightless, following the finger movements of the Jegalsa. Zegalsa put the rock back on the ground and said:
"Usually a shaman does decades, but I can't get enough mind-control."
"......"
I looked at Zegalsa smiling and kept my mouth shut.
I can't handle it...
This guy's crazy.
I have no idea how far I can get against this crazy monster.