Reincarnated Swordmaster

I first decided to go to the cerebral chord to find out about Chang Hill's identity. When the plan was made, telemetry told me.

"Hundred. I understand that the llamas of the cerebral perineum have considerable hostility towards the middleman. It is natural that there have been frequent disputes with the Central Plaintiff since ancient times."

According to the telegram, the llamas of the cerebral perineum were all athletes who were learning the art of aerospace and density method at a high level, and were classified as immortal forces. Not only that, because their hostility is high, there is little quarrel with the middleweight leaders.

"What should I do?"

"There must be a lot of tricks, but they're all tabletop. First of all, it's best to approach them with caution while preparing a gift."

"I see."

I had been to the Wheaties when I was traveling with Zegalsa before, so I was able to get around quickly.

Pa 'at

At this point...

After arriving at the Qing Plateau in Tobon, I used a technique of the sacred nerve to find Rama's soul and summon it. Rama was the same Karan Rama as I called him before, and he was the high priest of the Western Church. I was somewhat pleased to greet him.

"Greetings, Karan Lama."

In my past life, Karan Rama had guided me to the Vatican sanctuary. Of course, I was face-to-face with Karan Rama, but it was my first encounter.

Do you know me? You who use spiritual magic. What are you asking me to do?]

"I'm going to go into cerebral infarction. Please escort me there and speak to their interpreter so I can speak to the Ramas there."

[It's not difficult, but I have two requests for you. Can I put out two sparks?]

I didn't intend to use two sparks from the sacred nerve to do this, so I struck my hand.

"That's not true. Then I'll find a way. Can you translate for me?"

[......]

Karan Rama ponders and says.

[Okay. I'll take both, especially with one spark.]

"Thank you."

Karan Rama seems quite generous. Soon after, Karan Rama began to run because he was possessed by my body, and he could not stop on his way to approximately 300 leagues, then suddenly turned and ran again to 500 leagues.

"It's far..."

Soon after, it descended quite a bit from the plateau and entered the interior of the mysterious mountain range ( ), Karan Rama seemed to be on his own journey as well.

Tada

Karan Rama strikes the tree that was suddenly spread all over the place with his palm and moves like a swirl. I watched his movements and was curious.

[What are you doing?]

[The law of truth is unfolding here, so no ordinary person can enter here after waking up dead. I'll do what I remember about the disarm.]

Are you trying to control your entry with a typographical keynote?

Obviously, brain death appeared to be immense.

Suzus

After eight rotations of Karan Lama's bizarre movements, the mysterious fog that lay everywhere revealed a small trail. When Karan Rama walked down the trail without hesitation, he could see that there was a large immortality in the basin.

[That's brain death.]

Hmmm...!]

It was when Karan Rama moved my body to the entrance of the perineum.

"Kohath!"

Boo Woong

Suddenly, five iron bars flew around and attacked me. Karan Rama dodges the attack using his own divination technique, and each attack reaches a considerable level. From the strong expression of the intangible matches, he must have been a first-class athlete for years.

One day, five llamas came out and surrounded me, and the man in the lead shouted.

"What are you doing? How dare a midfielder disrupt our stop?"

"Let's kill him!"

Perhaps it's because Karan Rama is possessed, the chief's words have been translated accordingly, and I heard them. Karan Rama said the same thing to the chief.

"I am Karan. I borrowed someone else's body and came back to my hometown, not waiting for Calpa's silence. You must not point a sword at the people of the soul who live with the Kaliyuga."

"No?"

Karan Rama greets you with one hand.

"Dwarfara Karqui."

Sulang

The Ramas were noticeably shaky because Karan Rama's captain was fluent. Rama, who appeared to be the highest of them, came forward and said in a suspicious voice.

"You are a mediator, no matter how you look at it. Then how do you know the secret greeting of Rama?"

"The master of this body is a mediator, but I am possessed by him as a soul. I am Karan Ramey, a student of the Lamb Rama, and you will know my identity when you tell your current master. I'll wait. Tell me a story."

"Well... wait!"

Ramas come in and out in a moment, greeting at the same time.

"Follow me!"

I followed them inside. And it was led to this huge, grand structure that appeared to be a grand war, and I met this tiny, seemingly seemingly small llama sitting in the middle of it. I was greatly surprised when I confronted the llama.

"Huff... The air marshal...!! '

Very high!

Even though it looked dull, the internal air conditioning and appearance of that little llama was amazing. In the middle school, it's like a three-finger job, right? I didn't think such a great master would be out of the bird. However, since it is the subject of cerebral necrolysis representing the Western Church, that may be quite natural.

He looked up at me with a face full of dark mushrooms and said.

"You... must be Karan... Nice to meet you..."

Karan Rama said as if surprised.

"Is that Johann...!! Are you still alive?"

"Heheheh... It's good to see you like this."

Johann, who spoke in a boiling voice, laughed.

"You didn't think you were a soul... You didn't think I'd live to be over 280..."

"Johann... your lamb has reached great heights."

"I've lived longer than a teacher's egg."

"It's been a long time."

Swook

Two llamas greet each other. I became confused listening to their stories.

Johann... is over 280 years old? '

Humans can live that long?

Then it is clear that Johann's aerodynamics and sheep were much higher than I had judged. Johann, who gave me a cerebral infarction, told me when I was in shock.

"Karan... I see you've served a great trick..."

"Yes. I came to see if the owner of this body has any recognition for cerebral necrosis." Please tell us a good answer. "

"Hmmm... I don't like it..."

Johann says something unseemly.

"The trick... the trick that gives you the right to rest at the end of the world... but no one has confirmed that that rest is real. Is it a sweet lie... or is it the truth..."

Karan Rama sighs.

"Ha! So am I. For a long time in the wilderness, I tried to find out God's will, but I couldn't. But now that I've met my death without fulfilling my will, I have no choice but to take my last hope."

"Khhh... Karma... karma..."

What's he talking about?

A moment later, Johann said.

"Give him back his body... and I'll answer any questions you want."

"Got it."

Shhh.

Karan Rama came inside me and my self rose to the front. But Karan Rama was not unsummoned, and he was still at the center of my mind, so I thought I'd work on translating the chief's words. On the contrary, Johann's words have been translated naturally, as if they were the middle words.

"Karan Lamar. What brings you to brain death?"

I borrowed Karan Rama's ability and spoke with the chief.

"I came to learn about the Ancient Being, the incarnation of Chang Hill."

"Chang Heel..."

"I came to know that there are eight incarnations in Chang Hill and that the brain death toll has information about the incarnation."

Johann said, silent for a while.

"Of course I know..."

"Tell me!"

"But what do you want to know...? Do you intend to kill Chang Heel?"

I hesitated to answer the question of the state of Johann. Then I answered.

"I am the Apostle Jeollook of the Three Kingdoms. And the order I gave earlier was to find Chang Heel, so I'm going to find out about the identity and find him. I didn't take orders to kill him."

Normally, I would treat this answer as crazy. In Jungwon Moo-rim, few people considered the existence of Samsung Oze as well as the idea of the Apostle was completely absent. So I hesitated to answer Johann, but I told him the truth, because the impression that I would try to deceive him once I didn't tell him the truth could be planted.

A moment later, Johann spoke in a boiling voice.

"I see... the sway of heaven and earth... and the fallen god of the sea... that is what you, an apostle of God, have done." "

"......!! Do you know the death of Haeshin?"

"Of course... we are also hearing the tale of Heaven..."

The Lord Johann seemed to understand my situation. He was not only the head of a simple Muslim cerebral cortex, but he was also conscious of the mysterious secrets. He seemed to know a lot about the Three Kingdoms Ozena Apostle as well. The governor of Johann picked up his words for a moment and said,

"Surely you are a great hero... I will let you know mercifully... But before I do, I want to hear a promise..."

Johann gave me a shark and started writing to me. In his words, I rebelled.

"What promise?"

"Once I've informed you of the incarnation... Chang Hill will seek to destroy our cerebral cortex... because he committed his act..."

"......"

"But I'm not afraid of that... I live with the life of this world... Don't want you to collide with Chang Hill... Find the trail and give it to Emperor Oze..."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I confronted Governor Johann.

"If the incarnation of Chang Hill comes to your brain to destroy you, that is an opportunity. I will capture and defeat that self-immolation."

"... don't you know Chang Hill is a god...?" "

"What do you mean?"

Johann sighed for a long time.

"Fighting... against a god... is not as easy as you think... and the incarnation of Chang Hill won't come to us... and Chang Heel can move the world and destroy us... and face off against his nape... and all the hero's information will be revealed... and there will be no chance of defeating Chang Heel." "

I scratched my head because I couldn't understand him at once.

"Johann. I don't have a good head, so I don't understand you very well. Explain it a little easier."

"The incarnations of Chang Hill... rarely step forward like the one you defeated... they can manipulate everything... from the darkest places in the world to the brightest places... into my home... with a very good understanding of what it is to be human..."

The hollow eyes of Lord Johann turned towards me.

"Chang Hill was never meant to deal with power... he was the most cunning creature in all the world... without your hero's knowledge... You might as well be under the spell of Chang Hill..."

"Hmm."

"That's why the attempt to destroy our cerebral cortex... will never stand by itself... nor will the incarnation... quietly move their navel... the clash of the former midwives with our cerebral paladins, with the captains' intentions... He is skilled in cunning, and may well be enjoying it..."

"......"

"Even if your power were to defeat him, there would be no chance of confrontation with the incarnation of Chang Hill... I'm sure he knows that, so he won't fight you face to face..."

I told him because it was ridiculous.

"So you don't even have to give me the incarnate information? If he is, what's the point of the incarnate's information?"

"Yes... you'll know when you hear from me."

We're finally getting somewhere.

"Tell me."

"Eight of the incarnations of Chang Hill are called the Scales of the Arms... or the Scales of the Arms."

I was surprised by what the state of Johann had to say.

"On your arm! Isn't that the Buddhist guardian?"

"Yes... a literal being... Those arms that are involved in the inner parts of the celestial myth have existed since the mythology... It's just different from what's known in the time." "

"......"

Arms up!

They were called many names as guardians of Buddhism. Their existence consisted of thousands, dragons, Yacha, Gundals, Azura, Garuda, Ginnara, and Mahuraga. They were often called gods by the Four Thousand Kings to serve them and to defend them against lawlessness. I've studied Buddhism and Buddhism, so I know this much, but you don't think one of your own men is the incarnation of Chang Hill?

The state of Johann continued.

"It is said in the book of our cerebral cortex that all limbs are transformative and have mythical abilities."

"Myth?"

"It means the ultimate form of being able to take away the essence of the material system and become a spirit. It's one of the great powers of a magician..."

At that moment, I remembered a story from the past in my head.

[His power is definitely not of magical power. The power of Theosis.]

[You said earlier that you didn't feel the power of Ivan IV? That's right. Because he became obsessed with curing his own illness and then touched the power of myth.]

[Just as described. Theosis is the word that the Orthodox Church calls man who has approached God indefinitely. Ivan IV is half a martyr now.]

It was a story told by the monk Bellov when he collided with the Mad Emperor of the former Araza Empire, Ivan IV. They also called Ivan IV's condition mythological and said it was more like a hemisphere. It was not a myth, but it was a myth to change into a powerful spiritual state and serve the forces of the natural world.

I felt creepy for a moment.

"Damn it..."

Ivan the Fourth was transformed into a powerful being that only a weak human could face, but only if he freed Chilyo. Then, how strong are the mythical beings who were formerly incarnations of divine beings like Chang Heel? It must have been quite a hassle on my arms. Moreover, if you are reluctant to confront directly and come up with a plan, you will definitely be more annoying to deal with.

John's words continued while I was silent.

"As I said before, his arms are weakened everywhere in the human world by all shapes... He may be a common passerby, a bald woman, a steward, a monk or a shaman, or a Muslim... They have been weak in the human world for thousands of years, observing humans and passing information on to Chang 'il." "

"... If you're transforming like that, how are we supposed to find out?"

"There are two ways..."

The governor of Johann said:

"Attack them directly with powerful bills, bobos, shamans and spells that can break their transformation... or borrow the power of the first letter..."

The method of the former was meaningless. The direct attack was paradoxical because he didn't know he was being transformed in the first place. I asked the latter how his ears were tempted.

"What if it's the first text?"

"Chang Hill was humanity's first creator of the text... but the invention of the text was known to be a disaster to humanity... and rather caused the origins of Chang Hill to be ensnared by the text... which makes Chang Hill and his clans vulnerable to the power of the original text."

"Is that a Chinese character?"

"I don't know about that..."

"Why? Chang Hill must have invented the Hanja."

The governor of Johann insisted.

"I don't know about that... Chances are Chang Heel didn't invent just the Hanja..."

"......!!"

"He... is a divine being... intertwined with a mystery beyond human history... We don't know what the first letters were at this moment..."

According to this, it was only after we investigated what the first letter Chang Hill created. We must find out what the first letter is before we can fight back against Chang Hill and the rest of the family.

"Follow me, hero..."

Following the state of Johann to a library, he picked twenty books and gave them to me. It seemed difficult to interpret because it was a complicated catfish and slang. Not only that, it was often seen as a xenographic language. I was surprised to see that the language of the two tribes had been written.

"Is this a book?"

"God didn't write this. It's the work of a degraded, degraded human maestro. It contains the secrets of the new age, after all. Please interpret this carefully and find out what Chang Hill has to offer." "

"Thank you."

In other words, a lower booklet containing Chang Hill's information was kept in the brain matter. I told Governor Johann.

"I'll stop by here from time to time to prevent Chang Hill from attacking this place. I'll do my best to protect you."

Then Governor Johann said bitterly.

"Life is meaningless... Never mind publicly..."

"......?"

Why does Johann think life is meaningless?

I hesitated and said goodbye to him and returned to the chorus. And I told Jegalsa, Mangosteen, Cheonwoojin, etc. about my income, and showed them books, including subordinate books.

Jegalsa looked at the book and said.

"I'm sure it's worth interpreting."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know. It doesn't take very little time to decipher a book... at least three months if you're not going to communicate and unseal it yourself." "

That's what the mumbling Jegalsa said.

"I need to find out about the first letter that became Chang Hill's weakness. Excellent!"

Manhang nods at the call of the Jegalsa.

"We need to interpret the ancient literature, including the Osteochondrial Gate."

"Wait a little longer. Let's get started after I interpret this book."

"You want to make the most of your dealings with the prophets."

Zegalsa said to me in the words of the dead.

"I see. Until then, you must learn to drink from Cheonwoojin based on your strengthened wonder. And, Hundred Hundred, you're going to pull the Black Horse out this way."

"The Black Horse?"

"If the old hundredfold had made such an assessment, she would have already mastered dual swordplay. Instead of letting him go any further, let's use real power now."

Jegalsa's words made sense.

"Got it."

I listened to Zegalsa and went straight to Hanseo Segar.

But when I arrived at Hanssega, an unexpected sight was waiting for me.

[Greetings, apostle of God...]

Kugong

I looked around. However, all the food brushes of one bird Hans Sega were seized and tied down, and Hanjin Seong was also on his knees. And on the chair that Hanssega's housekeeper was sitting on, a faceless gangster sat with his chin bent and looked away from me.

"......!!"

A hundred men lay down beside him in blood. He seemed to have struggled to the end, but it seemed to be heavily burdened. And stepping on the back of a hundredfold was a receiver with a golden mask.

The Vatican bishop said, shining an eyelight.

[I want to be allied with you.]