In my words, Cheonwoojin insisted on silence. It's because he knew it before I did, and because of what he said, I knew it.
The Immortal Youth is the Emperor!
It doesn't make sense if you don't think so. It makes sense that no one would give orders to the monarch but the Emperor, and that the Chamberlain had not retreated from me. Despite being immortal, abandoning the duty of escorting the Emperor was not possible for the Inner Scarecrow. Assuming he was the emperor, all the riddles were solved.
But I said it because I didn't understand soon enough.
"That's not how I saw the emperor..."
"I don't know when you saw the Emperor, but it's definitely different because he's immortal."
Cheonwoojin muttered and looked over at the dark space.
"Someone's here."
yuurrggh
The prophet appeared. The tentacles and tweezers stretched out as if they were the facial features around the body. He sent us a planter with a hissing sound.
[You're an uninvited guest… Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred… It's you…?]
The prophet seemed annoyed by what I had provoked him of in the past. However, once I saw it on the front page, I thought I'd try to tell the story.
Cheonwoojin shuts his mouth as if he knew he was a high-ranking man. I thought about it for a moment and said to the prophet:
"I'm here to make an additional deal. I'm sure they'll benefit each other today."
I spoke as politely as I could because I had sinned.
[What kind of deal are you talking about...?]
"Wait."
I heard a footstool. Then, as Cheon Woo-jin told me earlier, he drew the moat with his finger and unsealed it. At the same time, Jegalsa was freed from the seal of the feet, revealing herself to reality.
Jegalsa's expression was confusing, whether she sensed that she was appearing out of nowhere. You won't understand even if you see foreigners on the other side. I told him to aim for the chaos.
"Zegalsa. Can I ask you a favor?"
Then Jegalsa smiled coldly and said.
"Bullshit. What makes you think you can listen to me after all you've put me through?"
This was the problem.
I thought I'd get the gall out of the leg when I met the gall, but I couldn't. Jegalsa was now abducted by Cheonwoojin and sealed in two dimensions forever. Even a mere mortal, not a man, must have a grudge. There is no guarantee that he will listen to us if we let him out.
'Well... I had to secure my gall somehow because of the gall.'
I was able to fully understand the telepathy. And he said confidently because it was the expected response.
"The headman will be here soon. He has already succeeded in the service ceremony and is coming to finish us off."
"......!!"
The seagull seemed surprised by the words "seagull." I said because I am a kite.
"If you give me a plan to deal with the tetrarch, I will soon give you a definite advantage in dealing with the prophet."
"Book of Mado? Gain? Are you saying you're dealing in the book with those foreigners?"
"Yes."
"Hmm..."
Jegalsa pondered for a moment and looked at Cheonwoojin.
"I'll help you if you promise not to seal me up again." "
I also looked at Cheonwoojin. Choon Woo-jin looks fat and says, "I can't help it."
"Is there any way he can do it? If there were, I would, but it seems pointless."
"Let's believe it. Perhaps Zegalsa has a unique way of drinking."
"Sure."
Choon Woo-jin agreed with me as if it was a true battle. When the transaction requirements were met, Jegalsa smiled satisfactorily and said.
"Hehe, very good."
It was then.
Pa 'at
"You've come a long way. But this is your grave!"
Finally you've come.
The seagull appeared at the entrance of the Astana Embassy using a transfer technique. He had several amulets floating around his body, emitting a spiritual light, clearly different from his previous life. I could tell by the fact that Chun Woo-jin, the ghost, was surrounded by ten generations.
The seagull waved his hand at the seagull. It seemed like an old acquaintance to me.
"Hey nephew! Long time no see!"
I was surprised by the flaw.
"... Jegalsa? How did you get here..."
"Horoe, don't you pay tribute to your uncle?"
As Zegalsa grumbled, the man said coldly.
"Crazy bastard! You are a disgrace to the house."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"This uncle is really sad. Ugh..."
Zegalsa, who pretended to be crying, pointed her finger at him.
"explode."
Splash!
"Cough!!"
The seagull bursts into screams. With a small explosion, something exploded near the heart of the ribs. He slowly fell forward with an unbelievable expression that his upper body was covered in blood.
I wasn't surprised that I knew it would come to that. The seagull was placed in the body of the seagull with one of the yin and the command was set to explode at once. The seagull begins to crumble.
"Far from it, nephew."
"Funny...!!"
Weeing
Then the amulets floating around the corpse of the rib eye split open and flowed like cherry blossom leaves, and immediately began to cling to his grave wounds. Jegalsa, who was watching the figure, suddenly her face became stiff and cried out to me.
"Damn it... kill him! Cut off your limbs!"
"Got it!"
I jumped at Zegalsa's cruel command without hesitation. Although the fishing line is bad, it is because I couldn't let the seagull recover as Jegalsa said. The seagull tried to get away from the artillery in a hurry, but I had no choice but to get hit by my sword because my body was full.
"Khhh."
Tsk.
I cut off the rib cage's limbs with three or four knives and put a knife through his brow. The vigilante with the lightning bolt split the rib's self-reinforcement like a head.
Blood and flesh spattered. I severed the rib's body and head and grabbed the head in one hand. The only way to be sure is to burn it.
The seagull looks at the head of the seagull in my hand with tired eyes and mutters.
"You're not dead..."
"Alive?"
When I confronted him, Zegalsa pulled out some of the eyebrows from the ribs and rebuked me.
"This guy has become immortal. You've been blessed with rapture. Cheongwoojin will know what to do with this guy."
When Jegalsa spoke in a sarcastic tone, Cheonwoojin looked annoyed. Chunwoojin blurted his words.
"Those bastards are never going to dry up the low life."
Chuuuk
After a while, Cheonwoojin's drinking technique was unfolded, and the mangled barbarian was sealed to the tribe where the seagull was. I don't know, but I've never had a stronger way to get rid of it. Seeing the miserable scene in the footstool was somewhat unfamiliar. The prophet who was watching the process behind him said.
[Humanity's quarrel... is it over...? Finish my business quickly.]
"I understand."
I knew I wasn't a great man enough to be thankful for the prophet's removal. The prophet is also a powerful bipartisan shaman who has lived for thousands of years, so he can make space warfare with his fingers. So I carefully picked up the words in my head and said to him:
"We can give you an anonymous letter right now. In exchange for the incantation order, I ask for detailed information about the service ceremony."
[Anonymous priest?...]
"Yes."
[Just give it to me... I don't have anything, but what kind of kimchi soup...?]
The prophet's answer was blunt. Apparently, I wasn't happy about what I forced on him the other day. I nodded my head because I was lucky not to be hostile.
"Just a moment, please."
Pa!
I use a flashlight to travel to the interior recesses of the Imperial Palace, and a book with an anonymous priest tucked in comes forward. Then he swept the pile of other books next to the Anonymous Priest and headed back to the temple where the prophet was.
"Here you are."
[......]
When I handed over the Anonymous Priest, the prophet looked around to confirm the authenticity. He said as he stretched out his tentacles.
[Real Mado Book... Good job.]
"Can you make a deal?"
[Honestly... I don't want to make a deal. But as an anonymous priest... I'll think about it.]
The book, which is the report of knowledge for the prophet, was a very important object, so it seemed that he could not reject me because of his own beliefs. The prophet, who was grieving for a moment, shoved the letter of anonymity into this room and said.
[Fine... let's make a deal.]
"Thank you."
The prophet warns you with a strong tone.
[You... better not provoke me in the middle of a conversation... I still don't feel so good.]
"Of course."
I could see that the deal was quite close. If the prophet ran away, telling him to take only Mado book and fuck him, there was no way for me to do it. The prophet said, thinking that I was lucky and sweeping my heart.
[You want information... about the rapprochement. First I'll tell you... what I know.]
"Please."
[At this point in time for me to understand, the Beacon Ceremony of this age is complete... and the beneficiary is Emperor of the Great Myung Empire. The summoning ceremony was called Chang Hill, the Crown Prince instead of under the Emperor's Constitution.). Those who participated in the ritual gained immortality, and the emperor gained the power of Chang Hill.]
That was a rough guess. I understood it well because I made a public offering of demand and was compensated accordingly. There is only a difference between large and small.
I said the question.
"What does the power of Chang Hill mean?"
[Commandment.]
"I want to know the power of Chang Hill's decree.]
Then the prophet said, shaking his tentacle.
[means control over all humans. Chang Heel used this ability to effectively control the Ancient Silver Empire, so this emperor must have summoned him to do the same.]
I felt something strange.
"Chang Hill's decree is about human control? What's that supposed to mean?"
[Difficult to understand?... like a monkey.]
The prophet who was complaining explained.
[In other words, as long as you are human... you cannot disobey the decree of Chang Hill and are subject to the right to life and death. If he says die, he will die and fall into the pit of fire. As the ruler of Humankind, it's an ability to feel like a thousand dollars.]
"......!!"
Then Choon Woo-jin, who was listening next to me, interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand. I'd like to ask. Are you okay?"
[You... deserve to ask. Speak.]
"The art of declaration cannot be so powerful. No matter how powerful an anarchist is, there has never been such an example of dominance in the history of the arts. There must be a limit to the Word. which denies everything in the legal system."
It was called a hallucination, and Choon Woo-jin, the foremost alcoholic genius, said. Therefore, the prophet thought a little and replied.
[Chang Hill's decree is an ability to trigger a medium... It's powerful enough because there are limited conditions... You should be familiar with it.]
At that moment, Cheonwoojin's complexion changed.
"It can't be Hanja?"
[Yes... that is the power of the Crown Prince...]
The prophet's eyes gleam and glow.
Because you are human... and you belong to the culture of the Han people... and you are a creature created by the power of the armpit... you fulfill everything. On the other hand, if you don't meet any of the three, Chang Hill's power won't work... It's a very simple story.]
"Goddamn... Gods. I didn't know that was the case."
Cheonwoojin sighed. It seemed like something I didn't even know.
I was listening next to her and was puzzled and asked Cheonwoojin.
"What are you talking about? Are you saying that we are under the decree of Chang Hill because we use Hanja?"
"Literally. Horses are magically closely related to letters. Letters are a belief system shared by many human groups. In addition, Chang Heel is the creator of Hanja, so it is possible to put his power there like a trigger. Just as a ball hits a primer in a gun, the moment we recognize his will, the spirit will be subdued."
"Hmmm..."
"You can't avoid influence if you've ever poeted in the brain once."
I pondered and said:
"Then you don't know any Hanja at all, or illiterate. And if he's not a middleman, he's a consideration or a sympathizer."
Cheonwoojin shakes his head nervously.
"Wrong. They all have their orders. There's only one word and one word: if you communicate with the communication system and the belief system and you have the dust of it, you have to be influential. How do you avoid influence in the human world? That's what we call the patron of Emperor Oze."
"......"
Is there such a thing?! I couldn't help but think of it as a fraudulent ability. It is said to be the power that results from meeting the conditions of limitations, but it is not very common for non-human beings, nor for those who do not live in a Korean culture.
'It's a pain in the ass.'
As he said, when we fight the decree of Chang Hill, we must strike and defeat him before he can trigger the decree. However, how can tens of millions of soldiers be surrounded by an iron barrier and even assassinate an immortal emperor?
I ordered the prophet.
"My colleague here is in a state of confusion. Can you give him an edict?"
[Copy.]
The prophet summoned a Why Staff from the air. Then he pointed to Jinzo, muttering something, and the next moment, Jinzo's body lit up. And a mysterious figure appeared all over his body.
It was a figure that I was familiar with. The torso, which appeared as if it had been carved into the skin, lingered for a moment, and soon disappeared. After a while, Jinzo woke up staggering.
"Ugh... This place..."
"Are you awake?"
When Jinzo came to his senses, I was fortunate. No matter how powerful Chang Hill is, there is a way to do it. In other words, I felt overwhelmed because it meant that it was very difficult to deal with human abnormalities.
"Ugh... I'm confused..."
"Take a deep breath."
Jinzo Chung still felt extreme pain because of the aftermath of the covenant. I pushed the pain relieving blood and blood transfusions, and my complaint fell into a deep sleep.
So I said to the prophet,
"Isn't there some price left?"
[Hmmm... tell me.]
"I think we should fight the Emperor. Tell me how to fight or drink against Chang Hill's decree."
Then the prophet said.
[But there's something I need to tell you...]
"What is it?"
[It's about the truth of the Second Seal, the last time you spoke. I've uncovered the mystery of the myth.]
Hmph!
Then Cheon Woojin and Jegalsa, who were listening, were surprised at almost the same time. Especially in the case of Jegalsa, he said in a panic.
"What? You little... what... are you trying to break the Second Seal of the last night?"
For a shaman, liberation and Chilyo seemed to have enormous significance. Even Cheonwoojin, who knows that I am the owner of Makkah, was surprised that he didn't know about the secondary seal. I confronted the prophet calmly, not embarrassed by their gaze.
"You're going to tell me the secret?"
[Yes... I deserve to hear what you've told me... but...]
"But?"
The prophet rolls his eyes and shakes his tentacles.
[Lack of rewards. Either the truth of the covenant or the unsealing... either way, we give up.]
Is that what this is about?
The prophet was a thorough calculator of the cost of the transaction, so it seemed to me that telling me everything would be a great loss for him. I noticed what he was about to say and frowned.
"You want me to make an extra price?"
[That's your choice... if you give me more, there's nothing I won't tell you.]
The prophet seems to have taken a peek at the liver. However, I felt a strong sense of confidence in that tone of voice, so I realized that the prophet was overwhelmingly advantageous in this transaction. At the same time, I felt a subtle malice, so I could see that the prophet did not like me very much.
What do I have? '
I thought about my belongings in the collar. In my experience, the prophet used to treat them like garbage after giving them gold ingots or thousand years of snow. What was precious to him was knowledge or magical treasure. I thought about what it might be and came up with something.
"How about this?"
[Is that...?]
What I gave was a silver ingot. The prophet, who received the Silver Beacon Fragment with tentacles, looked around without saying anything. I was nervous and looked at him, and the prophet said after a while,
[I'm fine, but I need more...]
The tone of your voice suggests a significant value to the Silver Beacon Fragment. I don't know what effect it has and what secrets it holds, but the prophet recognized its value. I thought about what else I might offer and looked at the Zegalsa beside me.
Zegalsa was puzzled when she looked at me.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"My gall. Give me what you have."
"What!"
He looks angry and says.
"Why would I give it to you? And I have nothing, you son of a bitch!"
I folded my arms and said,
"I'm not the only one who hears the truth about the 2nd Seal of the last night. You're listening, too, so you're gonna have to make it up to me. Isn't that what you're wondering?"
I hesitated.
"... Let's say. But I really don't have anything. That humble fellow must have a lot of stuff!"
When I gazed at Cheon Woo-jin for a while, Cheon Woo-jin was annoyed.
"I have a price to pay, of course. But if he doesn't, I won't."
"What logic is that?"
"That Zegalsa has a lot of secrets. I'm sick to death of leaving my treasure in the lurch."
Cheonwoojin seemed to be a person who hated to lose money. He also seemed convinced that Jegalsa had nothing, but he had a lot in mind. I thought about how to persuade Zegalsa, but eventually I decided to take care of the bleeding.
"My gall. I'll pay you for the crystal stone."
I changed the look on her face.
"A Crystal Stone Bie.Are you talking about the stone that says how to make Wise Man's Stone?"
"Yes."
"If you give me that, I'll gladly take out what I have. Come quickly."
I said it bluntly.
"I'd like to know what you have to offer before that."
"Excuse me?"
"Actually, I have the same heart as Cheonwoojin. I'm so full of treasure all by myself. So I can just kick you out and listen to the secrets of Makkah."
"......!!"
"Giving you a chance to share a secret."
Zegalsa squeezes her fist tightly and shakes. Rather than being angry, it was like rolling a profit and loss calculation into my head. And then he told me if I had made a decision in my mind.
"... I give you this emergency."
Zegalsa summoned a strange book from the air and handed it to me. I read the cover of the book.
"Divorce Law"? "
"This is the best emergency I have. I think that's enough."
Choon Woo-jin, who was watching next to me, died.
"You must be in a hurry to give the Book of Shadow to the apostolic Church."
"Shut up, Cheongwoojin! Do you even have the treasure here?"
"Wha..."
Cheon Woo-jin became a cracked expression as if his pride had been stimulated. He bites his teeth tightly and pulls the legs out of his chest. It was a clan that had been sealed before. And he reached out to me and said,
"Take it."
"This?"
"The sanitary status of Iwanang Rang in the human world."). I'm giving you complete ownership. "
"......!!"
"Oh, and I need some black-and-white gold ingots, so give them to me later."
"I see."
Bopae!
However, it was strange to seal the scroll in the painting, even though Cheonwoojin's technique was excellent. It was possible because it was a bopae. It must have been very helpful to seal the existence of the higher order in the painting.
'That should do it.'
Having both of them pay for it in their own way, I felt that I had suffered less damage. So I used a flashlight and went straight to the imperial palace basement and put the quartz in my collar. When I got back to the embassy and took out the Crystal Stone, Jegalsa was flattered.
"Oh…!!"
"Prophets. I'll give you the sanitarium. Is this good enough for you?"
[Enough...]
That complicated deal is over. I gave the prophet the ministry of Bophat Sansa, and I made an additional deal with Jegalsa and Cheonwoojin instead. It was a deal that took what each other wanted, so the atmosphere was warm.
The prophet said:
[First... I will teach you how to resist the Covenant... Go to Oak Chun Altar, perform the Beacon Ceremony, summon the Emperor, and then learn how to stop the Covenant from them.] If they had, they would have known how to stop Chang Hill's words.]
"What? The Imperial Palace is already taking over."
[It's not my concern... but you have the right to a service ceremony... and summoning the Emperor Oze itself can be anywhere in the Five Heavenly Altars. It's only a little more profitable in Taisan.]
"I see."
With the exception of the pregnancy, the four evil boundaries were likely to be blurred. I could have chosen any of them and summoned the emperor Oze. The prophet continued.
[And the perversion of the tradition of liberating Makkah... this was truly absurd.]
"What happened?"
The prophet stretched his tentacle forward.
[I don't know why the Taehavazon lied to me... but I found out instead. In order to properly liberate the seven seventh day, we need permission from the emperor Oze himself, who sent the seven days to humanity.]
"Huff..."
[You can trust this information from trading with a Great Person. Even though the heavenly bodies didn't know it very well except for a few.]
The prophet rolls his eyes.
[The Bible says that if a certain sacrifice and soul are piled up, it will be freed by itself. However, in case of automatic liberation, the [former ruler] who had made a contract with Chilyo came down with the structure to bring disaster on the earth. Demand is a bit unique, and it's structured as a second liberation, but not the rest.]
"Hmm."
[In order to use it normally, we need to find the emperor Oze and be recognized as the Lord of the Seven Days from them before it is automatically released. Once acknowledged, Samsung Oze will stop the bombardment by suppressing [Old Master] and use the true power of Chilyo.]
"......"
The question of liberation has been cleared.
In the words of the prophet, the false liberation of the seventh month, which had been so far, was explained. If you build up your strength, you'll be free automatically, but that's why you need permission from the Emperor Oze!
[But as you know, most ways of communicating with the celestial world are blocked, and summoning Trident Oze is nearly impossible at this point in the decline of magic. The Celestial System is therefore considered to be extremely reluctant to liberate Chilyo.]
So the Celestial System was extremely hostile to those who wanted to liberate Chilyo?
I could tell what was going on, but I asked the question about the twisted feeling.
"Why did Emperor Oze and [former ruler] make such a complicated deal? What's the difference between an automatic release and a normal release?"
It's probably because of the dynamics. I don't know the details.]
After saying that, the prophet slowly began to disappear into the darkness.
[If you're going to move, you'd better move fast... The National Seal has already begun opening doors to the world.]
Glug-ug
When the prophet's appearance completely disappeared, I could see what I had to do.
In order to save the network, you must first become the true owner of last night. To do so, we have to choose one of the Heavenly Altars of Evil and summon Ceasar there. It was clear that if we summoned Samsung Oze, we could also find a way to deal with Chang Hill's decree.
Jegalsa said.
"It's gotten bigger. Do you really intend to free Makkah and kill the Emperor?"
I answered Zegalsa decisively.
"He brainwashed and manipulated talent. I don't even know if he's dead or alive. I have to kill him."
"Hmmm... Sounds like fun. Let me try it."
"I'd appreciate it if you could help me."
I clenched my fist as I struggled.
'Emperor, from now on, I will not block the means.'
Now it's real.
As long as my comrades suffer, I will repay them tenfold.