Reincarnated Swordmaster

I asked, taking over the light from the gumma.

"Did you not run out of mental strength or fall into temptation when using the flashlight?"

This was the most worrying thing when I gave her light, and that's why I moved toward Buryburia Falls within two days of being disconnected. I was not tempted or mentally exhausted at all, no matter how I tried to illuminate it, but according to Jegalsa, humans were not like that.

She saw my memory and was well aware of the dangers of illumination, but could not deny the dangers of words. Nevertheless, it was better to use boiling lights once or twice than to be surrounded by death and imprisonment at the incarcerated stronghold.

She sighs.

"Why not? I had a vision and a city of darkness to process, as you have seen in your memory. You seem to have gotten used to the boiling, so soon you've got rid of the visions, but the level of your senses is overwhelming."

"Are you all right?"

"But I could spare one or two. The problem wasn't boiling..."

A blurry black horse said.

"Let's go to Jegalsa. He's the one with the best plan right now."

"Yes."

The gumma was also a Muslim master who was good at tricks and tricks, but she was different from that of the Jegalsa. If Zegalsa who understands Mado's knowledge and is good at guile, she will be able to release the situation that is twisted now. I went straight to the chorus with a flashlight.

Pa 'at

It was when I went to the room where Herbal Wine of the Chords was staying.

Kuku...

I stopped at the thought of an unusual dark force surging before my eyes. The sword was also staring at the front door with a stiff face. I felt that I should not open the door as soon as possible, even though there would be Jegalsa inside this door. I told the shepherd because I had a clue.

"When Jegalsa was studying the book of the apocalypse, she told herself not to make any sudden contact."

"Hmm. Better not open the door, then. What the hell is going on?"

"... perhaps further study of the book of Mado."

I recited what I had heard from the Jegalsa.

"Madosa said 'reading' the book is different from normal reading. When it got deeper, it contacted the spirit of the book and offered a proposal..."

In the room, there will be magicians and sacrifices of all kinds of evil rituals, and the Jegalsa will be controlling the dark energy and contacting the book of Mado. When I opened the door, I was more likely to fall into a state like a coin horse.

"I see. Maybe it's something different than a normal book, like the Madosa treasure." "

After understanding the situation, she glances at the door with a dark energy.

"It's been months since you left the Jegalsa, and that's enough. We can't ask Jegalsa for her opinion right now, so let's get out of the anthem first."

"Yes."

"Oh, just a moment before..."

I've decided to go to the place where she speaks. Then, along with the quarrel of the anthem, I arrived in the confined room of the anthem. I asked the quarrel of the anthem when I saw the ribs on the ribs.

"He didn't give you any food?"

He replied with a frustrating face.

"The Lord asks us to give them Samsun-gu style," he says, "and feeds them as they say."

"......"

The term "Samsun-gu" means that people will eat nine meals a month. It was so harsh that even the prisoners didn't eat the Samsun-gu ceremony, but the Jegalsa really hated the Chamberlain. Nevertheless, when we look at the expression 'food', the gaze in front of our eyes seemed to be garbage because it was influenced by the Jegalsa.

She clears her throat.

"Hmmm. Let's wake him up first."

I nodded, grabbed the ribs' wrists, and breathed enormous amounts of energy into the carotid artery. Increasing energy will not cure essential malnutrition, but will temporarily relieve hunger and irrationality and restore vitality. On the other hand, the Gale who had fainted from hunger suddenly regained his redness on his face as he regained his senses.

The seaman looked around and told me.

"Hundred thousand! Please save me. At this rate, I'll starve to death!!"

The cry of the ribs contained desperate emotions. It was absurd for him to feel the danger of starving to death because he was locked up in this remote place, the genius of the world who was called the Central Pilgrimage. After more than half a year, even the strongest person was weak, but I could not rule out the danger of death as the current executive who sealed the inner sanctuary. The cheeks of the ribs were completely stretched and looked like skeletons.

I looked at the man with cold eyes and said,

"If you answer us honestly, I will order Sivi to take your meals seriously. So answer the question correctly."

"Of course!! Of course. Please..."

"Do you know of any figures known as contours? I'm not talking about the other guy, I'm talking about the blue-collar leader."

The seaman thought for a moment and replied.

"Of course. He's a cautious figure. He cares about the emperor and all the other great gods. I can't help it."

"Tell me everything you know about him. From the surface stories that everyone knows, to his secrets that you know."

"Ugh... Before that, I'm... hungry. I don't remember."

The seagull seemed to be making excuses. But I said decisively because I was sure that if I brought you something to eat, I would be full and not tell you the information.

"Talk to me first. I'll listen and decide."

"I understand."

The seaman desperately rolled his head and said,

"The backdrop is the head of the blue circle, the doorman, and the archaeological masterpiece that controls the power of a powerful inspector. He is also known as a university student because there is a force called Yurim in the back of his belly. Above all, we had to be very careful about removing the outline because the protégé cared deeply about him and trusted him."

"What do you mean? Even if he is a recommendation, if the emperor is willing, it wouldn't be enough to bring him back together..."

This was the most questionable thing. The inspector was the most powerful department in the South Korean empire, and Doosa, the high ranking inspector, was also very powerful. Nevertheless, it was nothing compared to the emperor's empire, so if the imperial guard worked hard, he would have been decapitated in reverse. Nevertheless, the Chamberlain is saying that the Imperial Guard did not touch the ledge.

The seagull said:

"He's not a recommendation. Since birth, he has been the head of the Luxembourg family, and his group of people, Yurim, are descendants of the Journalists and the Cadets. There are tricks and shamans that are secretly passed on to Jewish people. He also hides his strength, but he is the world's greatest master, and we have no choice but to leave him alone because we don't know how the Yurim will burst if we eliminate him. Most importantly, he was removed from the premises, but he didn't draw his sword at us to defend his position."

"......"

Yurim!

It was the first group I had ever heard of. However, it seems that Yurim is a gathering of scholars and senior citizens whose power has become the main force and has considerable force. It was clear that many foresters, such as neophysiologists and liberal forces, who were known as stewards of the name adjustment, were heavily herded.

The gumma who was listening said.

"I've never heard of a pagan pagan pagoda, though there are many pagan pagan pagodas. They are a group that teaches academic studies, speaking of alliances."

"We don't know much about their origins. Other than the fact that it's been a long, long time coming and the secret to a powerful force..."

"You don't even know about Jegal Europeans?"

"I see. My back was a man who hated inner oblivion, so I had no relationship with my father."

Then, the contours and forests are a whole new world in this previous life. This was the first time even the Imperial Guard had such a reluctant power. She smiled as if she had learned about it.

"You weren't shoveling. Thanks to your movements and your request for help, the contours have shifted. This is a gain."

"I see. But I don't think we should hold hands with him..."

I had to worry. It was because I had no idea that such a complex phase would be created. This is how simple it is to learn Neonatal Dual Swordsmanship through a Dagger! Obviously, I had to get Jegalsa's advice, but she had no choice but to study the book of Macau. And she said,

"Then we have no choice but to find the mangrove."

"I'm afraid so."

The seaman desperately said.

"Now... wait... let me go. Then I will never betray you."

"I'm sorry, but you have to eat well. I'll talk to you."

As I coldly rebuked him, the tetrarch called out in haste, shaking the chains around his arms and legs.

"Release me and it will help! Please! Please!"

"......"

If it were really me, it would be because I was so desperate. No, I still feel sorry for you and I want to help you. But in my past life, I learned that the Gale was the kind of man who could use others freely for his own sake. From that experience, the quarterback is not a person who can be credited. I turned my head without hesitation and walked out of the confined stone chamber.

Then I used a flashlight to head to the place where the scouts train.

"Hundred Hundred. What's up?"

The telescopes were still there, but I could see that his strength had increased significantly because his spirit was bigger and stronger than I had seen before.

'Every day is progressing differently.'

I told Mangosteen what had happened and what had happened so far, and showed him a more detailed memory by giving him obsidian. He pondered and said.

"Hundred. I've only heard rumors about Yurim, and I didn't really think there was such an organization."

"Hmm... I see."

"But there might be. For thousands of years, Buddhism has evolved in the Middle East, and most scholars since the Chuncheon-Jeon Dynasty have been opposed to false humanity and human decency. Given their predisposition, they may have been secretly aware of the existence of the [Darkness] or [Old Ruler] in the world from the beginning."

"......"

"If Zegalsa is busy right now, I'll stop training and help you with your work. My technique would be quite helpful."

"I'd appreciate it if you would!"

I felt like I had gained 1,000 million horses when the scouts joined me. What's more, you've gained a powerful performance since your past life and continued to improve your level. I don't know what level he's on yet, but I'm sure it'll help a lot.

"You'd better accept the training proposal on your back first. It is only by accepting that you gain information about the backbone and forests that you can use to your advantage in your future life."

"I understand."

"And you have tremendous potential as an apostle with powerful Chiljo and Bopae. I suggest you conceal its power to the fullest extent in the battle against the imperial palace."

Unexpected advice opened my eyes wide.

"Why is that?"

"You've almost forgotten all the performance and treasure you can get from the Imperial Court anyway, and your current water supply is more like trying to rob the Imperial Court. It's a small battle. If you imprint your power in a fight like this on a backbone or a hundredfold, your future development will be one of them."

Mangrove sticks out two fingers.

"Obey them or destroy them."

"......"

I didn't think of that, so I shed a tear. The Black Horse, who was listening next to the telepath, nodded and agreed.

"You're right. I think it's best to hide the power of the Hundred."

"You can't use a cattle knife to kill a chicken. Unless you want to take both the incarnate and the Yurim forces, you shouldn't have sent them out in the first place. And right now, we don't have enough ground to feed on these two giants."

"I understand."

I nodded at the advice of two men. Obviously, telepathy was about something I didn't expect. The message of the dead continues.

"But if tomorrow's talks continue like this, you won't be able to speak properly as a mere minion of the incarnate. Not only that, but it will be hard to make big plans in the future because it will be ignored by the backbone or the hundredth commander. It's hard to be ignored, so we must have a chance to give the Sovereign Union the minimum right to speak and lead their alliance to our will."

"What should I do?"

"Hehe. Don't worry, all you have to do is take one."

Soon, Manhattan solved his scheme. This move gives him the flexibility to see if the Black Horse had anything to lose.

"Brilliant!"

"The role of the grandmother is important. We also need to persuade him."

"Leave that to me."

We worked hard as planned, and the next day we headed to the conference room. The conference hall was the largest and largest luxury corridor in the fall sheep, and it was called Whitehall. This is a very luxurious pouch that can only be accessed by those who possess the power and power of the archaeological masterpiece or the target, and the average civilian can't enter it for life.

As we entered the Whitehall, a beautiful woman dressed politely from the first floor guided us.

"This way, please."

We followed her up the ridge. Then I reached the top floor of the ninth floor and sat on a large table. A few moments later, the ledge and a hundredfold come and sit down. On the ninth floor, there is no one but us, but I can feel a line of guards with a hundredfold and a hundredfold around the ridge. The ledge narrows your gaze as you look at our group.

"The Sovereign Lord. Who wrote Sagad there?"

She glances at the figure sitting next to her and says,

"I'll talk to you soon. I'm not a suspicious person."

"Hmm."

The Hundred Commanders brought up the story.

"Then the contours. Talk to me. What do you mean you're going against the Imperial Court?"

"Literally."

He said with an indignant expression.

"The current emperor has gone mad. He is empowering his gold dignitaries and comrades with the power of evil spirits, and he is obsessed with thinking of humanity to gain eternal life. And since the magicians of the underworld are helping us, something big is going to happen soon."

"......"

"We, Yurim, are going to fight them to preserve our jobs and practice justice before that happens."

A hundred men picked up and laughed.

"Hehe. I don't care about justice. I'm asking what your help will do to our newborns, outline."

"If the evil forces helping the Emperor fall, I will strongly advise the new emperor to acknowledge your militia as a nation. And I will release all the legislation that was blocking the expansion of the Hanssega."

Hmph!

It was a large prick on the back at once, so his face was stiff. Indeed, we already know that the Hans Segar of the Hundred Co., Ltd. actually belongs to the Libyan Church. A hundred men thought about it and said.

"Let me ask you something first."

"What is it?"

"You didn't do the reverse revolution. Then there is a new candidate for the Emperor's throne."

The landscape remained unchanged.

"I can't tell you unless you give me an answer. because it is highly confidential."

"How can you be so sure you're not just messing with the Maiden?"

"... there must be a candidate."

When his back was firm, the commander looked at him with suspicious eyes. But I was listening and I knew who it was.

'Chai Heo.'

The newcomer to the neocortex recommended by the telescopes of the past, and in fact, the Huang Dynasty at the top of the yellow hierarchy! He was once considered emperor in my past life. Perhaps the backbone speaks of course. The emperors, other than Heukhee, were not all able to become emperors because their vessels were small and incompetent.

A hundred men sighed.

"Then let's talk about winning. You were weakened by the Imperial Court's disappearance, but the Imperial Court is still strong enough for the Mainland to know. Did you know?"

"I know."

"Hundreds of individuals possess powerful magic, and gold medals and alumni may have hidden their stamina as well as their evil tricks. The Mainlander's intel didn't get a good look at their power. In this situation, there will be great damage if only you trust Yurim. How can we cooperate?"

Then I smiled coldly.

"Hehe! It's them! They could wipe them all out with the power of a Howler. Are you looking at the liver?"

"I'm not just talking about being helpless. When the Imperial Court is involved, it does not end as simply as a clash of militants. I'm asking if they're ready for follow-up or if they're ready to deal with their underlings."

"Do you think Yurim isn't quite ready?"

"Hmph! All I've been asking you to do is trust you without a plan, which is ridiculous. I'm going to have to break this conversation."

I knew this was happening because their eggs were hidden from each other. I felt the need to train each other, whether it was the back of my neck or a hundred years old, but I was extremely reluctant to expose my own power. At this rate, the chances of him rejecting the training offer were rich.

'Now.'

I gave her a grudge, and she nodded and stood up.

"This is a quote from the Soviet Union."

The outline and the Hundred Eyes were drawn this way. She speaks calmly.

"I have someone special here, so why don't you take a moment to listen to him and decide?"

"You mean the one who wrote Sagad?"

"That's right."

The backdrop looked interesting and said.

"You don't seem like such a great man. Who are you? You look older."

A hundred men stared at this side without a word. She looks cautious as if she felt something from Sagad's monsters. Then Sagad's goon drinks a cup of tea and laughs.

"Haha! I still have the strength to shout at you, even if I'm not great." "

"......?"

The expression on my back was strange. It is because I do not recall being hesitant to speak to myself, one of the most powerful recommendations in moderation. Sagad's monsters slowly peel off her head as she looks at her back.

"I remember when I first started living as a general decades ago. You were noted as a young and capable steward at the time."

"Huff!"

The outline of Sagad's monstrous face stood up in surprise. Then, in a hurry, I bowed my head.

"Meet General Hwang Yeon-yeon at the rear of the plank."

"Farewell, contour."

I did.

General Hwang, Sagad's goons!

I took him out of the armor until now, convinced Black Horse and I to explain the situation for a few hours, and finally moved his mind and brought him to this meeting.