Reincarnated Swordmaster

[I don't want to be a Buddhist.]

When I tried to burn him to the ground, the prophet spoke first.

"Why?"

[I don't like my magical power and imagination because I'm a receipt... I find each other reluctant. It would be like sitting on a thorn bush.]

"But it's a long way to the Celestial Altar."

I was conflicted and rebellious. This was the mountain of the Lee dynasty, thousands of leagues away from the Middle East. It was the Aramaic Empire a little further from here, and a little further from the Aramaic Empire was the western station. From the place just before the Western Union to the Middle School's misunderstanding, how long will that be?

Then the prophet said.

[I looked at the location of the Celestial Altar as Obsidian... I like the volcano, so let's proceed there.]

"No, how are we going to get there?"

[Don't worry, I'll take care of it...]

Shhh!

The prophet disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

"Huff."

Did he use any magic tricks or tricks? When I was surprised and watched him, the inner seagull urged me.

[Let's go.]

"What did he do?"

[You used magic. It will already be there.]

"Even so, there are thousands of them from Astana to Ogres..."

Transitional and axillary techniques were also present in the technical system. However, even using that technique, it was easy to move a thousand liters, and it was hard to move a hundred liters, unless you were a high magician. The way to move thousands of Lee at a time is extraordinary and extraordinary.

The Buddha statue is powered by the superpower of the Celestial Receipt, and even though the flashing is a magic tool originally made for moving, it can move thousands of leagues with one magic trick. I could never keep up with such extraordinary mobility if I didn't borrow the power of the tools.

Then Jegalsa smiles.

[The prophet is the king of the Fudong clan and an ancient monster that has lived since the time of the Emperor Oze. He's a traitor and a transcendent who used to live beyond the stars. Normally, human beings can go mad just knowing the existence of a prophet. Exotic magic is much more powerful than alchemy based on armpits, so you can trigger such miraculous spells.]

"Well... does that mean that alcohol is weaker than magic?"

[You know it's not that experience, right? Skill and qualities are everything. If alcoholism is weaker than magic, then the power of Hwang Woo-jin will not be explained.]

"Hmm."

Of course not. None of the Madosas I've ever seen, such as Jegalsa or Superior Hyuk, was stronger than Chun Woo-jin, the dreamer. Zegalsa was excited when she heard about the magic.

[It comes from magic or magic or the power of the old ruler anyway. Alcohol is just a more specialized system. And magic has advantages over alchemy that are much more advanced and have higher limits.]

"The ability to transform and strengthen people after all."

[A hundred times better than the worn-out talents of a rat-hot?]

"......"

I was momentarily tempted by what Jegalsa said. If only I could beat them all and become strong with my humanity, regardless of what they are, it would not be that easy. But I soon took it to heart and said,

"Gotta go."

Shuuk

Shortly after, I arrived at the Celestial Altar of Volcanoes. And there were three acousticians waiting near the Celestial Altar, and they bowed down as soon as they found me.

[Meet the Viceroy.]

I looked around. At the same time, the elite of the receivers subdued the Volcano headquarters as ordered, and they also secured the Celestial Altar. Seeing that there were no blood trails or signs of combat around it, it seemed to be a fact that it was bloodless.

"I give the order. Don't come near here, and don't let anyone in or around Duck for another day." Deliver it to the volcanoes. "

[Respect.]

"If the volcanoes try to get close, kill them."

[Of course.]

It was a rather rough order, but I couldn't help but notice it was quite important. If you are a fool who does not understand even after warning you, you will have to kill him. I approached the Celestial Altar as the Reception Masters scattered far and wide.

Woong.

Then, with the black light, space-time distorted, and the prophet appeared. It seems that he had arrived in advance and was hiding from the receptionists. The prophet said:

[There you are... let's get started.]

"Wait. What did you need for the service ceremony?"

I decided to be sure and rethink it.

[turn, right, right, right, right.]

"Do you know everything?"

[Chang Hill, who devised the Beacon Ceremony, also delivered the Beacon Ceremony to me... I know everything there is to know. I also know the turn of consciousness.]

"Rights, qualifications, tastings?"

[You are the master of Monday, you are the master of the Celestial Declaration, you have the right to the Beacon Ceremony... and I will guess Sieun with my magic. Your qualifications have benefited from the merit ceremony several times, of course you do.]

Suddenly, a voice appeared from the prophet's body, who answered calmly.

Phew!!

[The Beacon Ceremony can be done right now... but first... make sure you know what to offer and what to ask for.]

After the light appeared, it was unexpectedly a human form. It was also a goon dressed in ancient castles and garments, just like the one I had seen before. However, the black energy was rising from the body, whether it was a perfect human or not, and a crust was protruding from the face. And I felt the terror in my eyes because my chest was distorted.

I wondered.

"Why the sudden transformation into a human?"

[It's because he doesn't like the appearance of heretics so much... I don't want to buy hostility for nothing.]

"Hoho. You don't like the look of the estramorwn..."

I feel like I've learned something unexpected. When I was curious, the prophet said,

[What will you offer? What will you ask?]

"......"

I thought about it carefully and said.

"... I will offer you the bracelet of superstition and magic and demand that you cease to act." "

[Indeed. But the price is too small, isn't it?]

I was bitter.

"Can I offer you an extra tribute on the way? I have to coordinate."

Sacrificing the national Seal and the New Moon Yo-yo would be worth more than 10 times as much in a heartbeat, but it was a long way to go. Because when I give it all up, I literally become a dog, so I can't be involved in the grand judgement that is about to happen. The risk of failure was so great that I had to consider it.

[Possible. But... not so good.]

The prophet folded his arms and said with a slightly eerie tone.

[You seem to be improvising too much about the fate of heaven and earth... Isn't there something about backing up a failure or accurate calculation?]

"Ugh..."

I flinched at the exact criticism. Obviously, I didn't have a specific plan in my head because I came here to do a service ceremony because I still feel too much. I just came to protest in the service ceremony to ask if I can get a natural remedy from Samsung Oh, but I don't have a plan to succeed completely. In a way, even though it's the most important point in my life!

When I realized the problem, the prophet said:

[I'll wait here for a day. We should discuss more with the Bishop...]

"With the bishop?"

[The Bishop has a great deal of your treasure. If we can get the treasure from him, our chances of success will be much higher. And there will be another treasure that only the Vailian monks have...]

"Ah."

I bet you are!

I spoke in a hurry because I felt the prophet's advice was right.

"Thank you!"

[Don't keep making mistakes... I'm trading accurately on the value of the relic you gave me.]

"......"

It feels creepy. The prophet is the one who makes brutal trades without recognition or concession. The advice you just gave me was not about mercy or compassion, but about paying for the relics I received from me.

I quickly returned to the parishioner with the Buddha's Buddha statue.

"Bishop, I have something to say."

And I explained to the bishop what was going on. Of course, he did not mention the presence of Lee Chung Un even when talking about the impairment of the brain kidneys. I finished explaining the situation to the parishioner and concluded.

"... So, in my judgment, it's better to have a meritocratic ceremony while we have the connotation than to touch the neocortex..."

[Hundred. So you're offering my treasure to the Celestial Altar Beacon Ceremony?]

"The most important thing right now is blocking the skladder."

[sighs]

The bishop was greatly troubled. The bishop who was thinking about it for a long time said.

[I need time to think. Wait for my watch.]

"Yes."

I went out and sat down and waited. And when I filled the time and went back in, the bishop unexpectedly handed me the flashlight and the armor.

[Take this.]

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

[That's not the end. Follow me.]

"......?"

I was surprised. Boiling and armor were a great tool, I think, that would not fall behind the Sword of Necromancer in the whole world. It was weird for the bishop to give me back my stolen boiling armor for the sacrifice, but this isn't the end?

Soon after, I followed the bishop to somewhere. The bishop and I left the front gate of the fortress where the basics of the Liberal Church were, and returned all the elders who performed the bishops. Seeing the return to the elders of the Senate escort station, it seemed unusual where the bishop was going.

Wheeing

I was able to follow the parishioner through a fast-paced caricature and arrive at a fortress. It was described as a fortress because there was something huge that seemed to be made of carving out the whole mountain. However, the outer wall was clearly artificially constructed, so it was easy to see that it was artificially constructed.

Hiccup...

The monk opens a huge iron gate by activating the trachea and walks inside.

[From now on, everything you see is the main institute, and the biggest secret of reception.]

"Yes?"

[If this secret gets out, I will tear you to shreds in agony, even if the world dies.]]

Top secret!

And the tyranny of the Church!

The bishop had a colder perception of the situation at hand than anyone else. And I knew I didn't have much fear of death. However, it meant a lot to me to say that I was going to kill him with my thumbs up.

Which means I have a secret in here that will give up everything and kill me painfully!

"... I understand."

Then the bishop laughed low.

[... Hehe. I never thought I would share this secret with anyone in my life. I never thought life would be so chaotic after achieving the imperial subjugation I wanted.]

I had never heard of such a monologue before. I walked down a dark passageway along the parish hall for a while, and passed the joint several times. Then again, dozens of circular passages were revealed with a slang written on them, and the bishop chose one of them and entered without hesitation.

'It's a maze.'

And the bishop knows the exact solution to this maze. It means that there is something in here that the bishop must keep like this.

How many times have you been through a crooked passageway?

[Arrived.]

A massive altar was erected where the moonlight shone. The altar was triangular, but each hierarchy had strange letters engraved on it. There were also spiral staircases that looked like they were decorating the altar, and hundreds of sheer lights were flying near the altar.

Woowoo -

"Bishop. The altar... and the blue light?"

[That's the spirit.]]

"Yes?"

[I'm feeding him.]

The bishop reached out his hand like that.

Pa 'ang!!

Along with the sound of the waves, a transparent seal appeared in the air. After a long while, the bishop mutters a spell in the language of the two tribes. And he said,

[There is a barrier here that cannot be entered by anyone other than reception. Temporarily released.]

"Yes."

We slowly walked forward, taking the spiral staircase inside the seal. I felt familiar walking down these spiral staircases, because they were typical xenophilic architecture. It was a moment to confirm that the parishioner is a master of Madosa and is knowledgeable about the knowledge of the two tribes.

The bishop walked ahead and said.

[Thanks to this ruin, I was empowered in my youth.]

"Ruins? Isn't this the town of Reception?"

Yes, it is.

This massive fortress was a receptacle town, I'm told. The receptacles did not live inside the Vatican headquarters, and they live in a closed fortress. When I came in earlier, I suddenly saw the town from a distance.

[Yes.]

The bishop responded to my words and walked the stairs in the air more vigorously.

[I was originally a reader since I was a child, and a blood vessel of a Libyan priest. He didn't care much about the shaman. My life's work was to preserve knowledge as the blood of the priests, pass it on to generations, and be responsible for the dedication of the Hungarian Church.]

"......"

[Meanwhile, I stumbled upon and interpreted an ancient document engraved with the mantra of the Dalmashazo. And I discovered that an ancient ruin was hidden inside this mountain, and I came all the way here with the power to die. All of that was purely knowledge.]

Stop

[So I found out. The altar of this celestial rock.]

"Altar of Thousand Rocks?"

The bishop nods.

[Dalmazako produced the Living Old Mother's Law with the help of an outsider, but the power of the chaos was so strong that it spread throughout the world. Dalma Sajo died then, too. The last piece, however, was to build this altar before the law was completed so that the Christians could have it.]

"Was the law of the immortal elderly sealed on the altar?"

[Yes, I was waiting for my successor.]

The bishop steps down from the steps of the air and sets foot on the top floor of the altar.

[I have stayed here for a long time, interpreting the law and gaining immense power...]

If I was a Catholic saint, I could have come here without stepping on a staircase. This place seemed to be a special place for the Pope. After I set foot on the top floor, the bishop opened the lid of a stone box.

Grouch...

The bishop pulls out a large scroll from inside the stone chest. It was said to be a scroll, but it was a flounder and hundreds of layers. I didn't really know what the material was made of.

But the moment I saw the scroll, my heart was pounding.

I can't breathe.

What is this feeling?

My head feels dizzy and my heart is going to burst.

The bishop handed me the scroll in case you knew what I was thinking.

Can you catch this?]

I gripped my teeth and reached for the scroll. But at that moment, I felt a great shadow of darkness cast upon my mind.

Get it!

I woke up when the bishop blew me up. I think I was completely out of my mind at the moment I reached out my hand and fainted. I shake my head in shame.

"Ugh... You blacked out."

[Amazing.]

The bishop said as if it were strange.

[Instead of touching it, only the person who evaporated at the moment of opening the stone lid on the top floor. But you're fine with the energy of this chaos, and you tried to catch it, and you just fainted.]

"......"

[There were people who died because their eyes burned and twisted just by looking at the scroll.]

The bishop, who made a terrible sound, puts the scroll in his arms.

[I can catch it because I'm learning the right spells from Ambassador Dalma's torture and drawing the power of chaos to eternity. I was obsessed with training until I exercised the power of chaos. Ordinary humans come to the top floor of the heavenly stone altar and become consumed or die by the power of chaos.]

"Hmmm..."

[Because the power of the book is tied to the altar. But you're fine...]

I realized something from the word of the Church.

"I can't believe... that scroll..."

[Yes.]

In the words of the next bishop, I sensed that the impending service ceremony would be unimaginable.

[This is an ancient mystery that leads from the realm of chaos. It's a copy of the Book of Revelation, written by God himself. I will dedicate this to the Emperor Oze and stop the plan.]