Amcheon Township
The skull had a crown on its head. Strangely enough, that skeleton must have been the remains of a king. Only the throne and skeleton lay desolate in this vast space. Not only that, it was normal to sit down and saddle the remains, and to die sitting like that was close to blasphemy against the monarch's remains.
The network pauses, then reaches out its hand.
Larynx
Suddenly, a earth-sized doll was made from the ground. The telescopes using clay dolls were advanced to go near the skeleton, and the clay dolls roamed nearby to see if there were any traps. After the check, the network slowly walks forward and looks down at the skeleton.
A moment later, the scorpion reaches for the skeleton.
Wooooo
A light flashes from the skeleton, and a silver path lies behind the back of the throne. With a natural silver light, the hidden space in the back reveals itself, and we enter the space. Inside, there was an orderly burial chamber with all the books sealed on one side.
But what surprised us was not the cemetery itself.
Sssh...
Who are you?]
Souls come from all over the Great Cemetery. They were wearing the coffins of the king together. When we saw that, we were well-groomed, and telemetry said,
"My Lord, the King of the Sea. We came here unintentionally because of the destruction of the outbreak."
[What...!!]
[You dare to invade the royal family!!]
Kuwoo
Suddenly, the spirits of the king get angry and feel a great deal of pressure. Ordinary people will die from the wrath of the spirits. But we were trained together, and our telemetry had evolved into a brilliant magician, so it didn't hurt much. Instead, he calmly said.
"We have received all the pieces of the Silver Beacon, and now we are worthy to enter the royal palace. Otherwise, would the door have been opened through the throne?"
[grunts]
"And I intend no harm to your rest. I won't touch the graveyard. I just want to know something. I'll leave as soon as I know that."
Phonetic
It seemed like the spirits of the king were talking about something embarrassing. A moment later, a large spirit like a giant came out of them and said,
[What do you want to know?]
"The Baltic nation was strong in Bondi and face-to-face with the northerners. But why did such a great country collapse overnight?"
[......]
"We thought it would be in Chilyo. We found out that Chilyo was sealed in the attack, so we came all the way here."
[sighs]
[Chilyo...!!]
When the king's spirits heard the word "Chiljo," some wept, some praised, and some mourned. Then the spirit of the great king in front of him said,
[So it is... Hundreds of years have passed since the end of time... but the prophecy has been fulfilled that anyone who seeks the sun will come back to him...]
"Prophecy? Who prophesied it?"
He is the High King.]
"......?"
The telepathy continues to be somewhat perplexing.
"By Goku, do you mean Jo Yeong, the first king of the outbreak?"
[Yes... He left a prophecy.]
"Isn't he in the tombs of these kings?"
[The king left the wanderer on the moor without facing death... Of course not here...]
"Hmmm! Then you must be..."
The giant looking prince said.
[I am the last monarch to witness the destruction of this attack, the Great Sage ( ⁄ 35570; ⁄ 35668;).]
I was able to listen to the telepathy and maneuver conversations and get a rough idea of the situation. I knew about Jo Yeong, the first king of Balhae, who was a hero born naturally of great courage and wisdom. He seemed to have disappeared without being buried in the king's tomb after he left a prophecy about him.
But it's strange. Contrast is the creator who created it. Why did he leave the Emperor's tomb?
The Great Sage King said:
[Our attack was doomed... because of the thunderous thunderbolt of Shinzo Saturday.] The turtles were strong, but their power never destroyed us.]
"Your arm's busted? Why?"
[Someone stole the map.]
The commander-in-chief spoke in a painful manner.
[She was the woman who claimed to be a corroborator... The witch stole her armpit, was aroused by her dragon veins, and we couldn't stand the volcanic eruption... So we gave up our capital... and were destroyed by the subsequent raid...]
"......"
[Cylindrical and fluid... Even without that witch... Cursed boss...]
I beg your pardon?
It sounded familiar, but there was no causal relationship in my mind yet. However, his expression became more callous as if he had noticed something. He said.
"I'd like to know more about the situation. And if you're good, we can also find the Saturdays map."
[As expected... Come, Silver Beacon...]
Kieing
Suddenly, the silver glow spreads like a giant azrang. The flash of blue silver flutters endlessly like a river, creating a sphere, and the sphere twitches as if it were making something. Soon, a shape was formed inside the sphere, and it was a silver rod with a natural shape.
The silver ingot was the size of a man's heart. The blacksmith king who created the Silver Beacon gave us the Silver Beacon. And he said,
[This Silver Beacon is actually made of metals from distant worlds, and has been the royal treasure of generations... and is capable of transmitting memories, so kings of generations have used it to quickly build up their strength and wisdom to strengthen the nation... The key to this kingdom is also made of pieces taken from silver beacon... Blow the power to obtain the truth.]
The commander gives you a nod.
[I had hoped that those who sought to cause trouble after me would come... but the end is near... I hope you find this information useful...]
"May I take your book?"
[Do whatever you want...]
He thought about it for a moment and said:
"This is the royal sanctuary your royal family built for the end."
[Hehe... You know a lot... I see...]
He said in a skeptical voice.
"The defenses against alcohol in the royal household are very strong. There must have been hundreds of powerful spellbinding magicians rushing in. But do you really think you can avoid destruction in this way?"
[There was no other way for us to find out... If the memory is transmitted... Farewell...]
Glug-ug
The appearance of the other kings, including the Great Sage King, began to fade away slowly. We think, not intruders, but we go back to our rest.
"......"
After the spiritual spirit disappeared completely from the graveyard, the telescoping walked to the west without a word. Then he turned to me and said,
"Hundred centuries. Please put all the books of this book in your armor."
I swept all the books out of my armor as the dead told me. And I said to Mangosteen,
"It would be better to transmit the Silver Beacon's memory right here, wouldn't it?"
"I think so, too. There is no guarantee that once you leave this palace, you will be able to enter again."
He glanced back at the silver ingot he was holding and said,
"This should be yours first."
"Hmm?"
"Memory transferability... This must be related to [Great Race], the clan of prophets. That's why it's been going on and on since the time of the ancient kingdoms. It must have a record."
"Ah!"
"If you've already acquired the method of memory transfer from the prophet, you should be able to easily digest this silver ingot."
I nodded and accepted the silver ingot. And then I was standing in a squat, because I couldn't figure out how to trigger it. Lee Chung Un, who was watching me, said when I was embarrassed.
"I told you to empower them. So let Qi out."
"I understand."
Woong.
It was at that moment. I felt a huge stream of information rushing through my mind as the silver seal reacted.
"......!!"
Amazing Memory Flotation! I shuddered as I felt the memory and all sorts of knowledge that had been stored by the kings of Baltic Era. It was not unusual for a normal person to vomit at the moment of acceptance, but I was able to endure it calmly because my mental strength improved and my memory capacity increased over time.
"Yes, this is the art of the [Great Race]..."
I cast Obsidian directly, but the metal used in this silver ingot belongs to an alien. So if you deceive them, they can be set to trigger automatically. I calmly read the flow of the technique and matched it with my memory transfer skills.
'Yes, this way...'
Knowledge in two languages floats and dances in my head. Meanwhile, I couldn't use my handwriting, but I knew the trick, and I began to organize my memories. When I finished organizing, my memory became more stable in my head and easy to remember.
And I went to the anthem with my colleagues and shared my memories of the attack through the Silver Beacon.
Pa!
"......"
Everyone was silent. The first to break the silence was Jegalsa.
"The pieces are aligned."
"Yes, uncle."
"Now we can take a step forward."
Jegalsa clasped her fingers and said.
"His great-grandfather's great-grandfather was the scribe and his sidekick. And in this memory is a memory of breaking through the confines of the archaeologists of Baloch, and his boss robbing Saturday with the magic of Mado."
I listened to Zegalsa and reacted.
"Does that mean the boss is the culprit who destroyed the attack?"
"Well, that's not the point. The goal of the boss wouldn't have been to destroy the attack."
"What? What do you mean?"
"She probably just needs a Saturday map, literally."
"Well..."
I folded my arms and said, thinking.
"Did you intend to use the power of Chilyo to strengthen yourself?"
"As a result, I got Toyo, but that's not the original purpose either."
"Huh?"
"It's not that simple. Her background is more important to me than her own supervisor."
I made a curious face. However, the others nod to see if they understood roughly.
"Zegalsa, I don't understand. Explain yourself."
"Fucking headache."
Although I was frustrated to say it, Jegalsa made a blatantly annoying face. Desperately, the network next to him said.
"Hundred thousand. Saturdays are at the top of the crescent. Why is that?"
"Huh? That's..."
By the way, why does Saturday smell so rocky?
I thought about it and said, "I remember the old days.
"Because the peritoneal war took it..."
"Yes. That's the information that [telemetry] told you about. But we now know who the real culprit is through the testimony of the Great Sage King and the memory of the Silver Beacon."
"Ah."
I only realized the situation and shouted.
"You mean Boss Wan was a pawn in a drug war?!"
"I'm not sure if he was a subordinate, but I'm pretty sure he had something to do with them. And the ambush is probably been on the job since before Astronomy."
"......!!"
"Corwan must have stolen the map of Saturdays and then dedicated it to the god of the carcass by some kind of means. The god, of course, is the current king of the imperial palace behind him and the mid-master of the abdominal drug war, Marcin. That's why the current Saturday map dedicated to God is in the crescent direction."
"Something's not right."
The sword I was listening to folds its arms.
"I don't know history very well, but Astronomical Weather was a man in the Gulf City, and so was my superior. But the destruction of Balhae, according to the memory of Silver Beacon, is at least two hundred years later..."
"That's right."
"It is true that during the seventh day we obtained the map of Saturday and preached to God, and in return, we ascended to the heights of the kingdom of heaven as gods. But it was 200 years after Zen Wu officially stole the map. It's just not a good time."
According to the sword, the Manchurian Empire is now more than a thousand years old, and its destruction was roughly 7800 years ago. There are significant differences in times.
Mangosteen said.
"They're two different cases. Zen Wu was already a god in the Manchurian era, and Koh Wan stole the Saturday map separately from the case."
"Why is that?"
"You don't know that until you hear it from yourself. But..."
The manger grips his hand.
"It's become clear that I've been a bit tense up until now. According to the last piece of information that the Witches of the Sea sacrificed their lives, Saturdays are definitely in the Palace of the Astronomy, although they belong to the Dominators of the Abyss. It is the experience of a man who has risked his life to reach the crescent of cancer."
"Then, if we can find the Palace of the Astronomical Empress even if we go to the Rock..."
"Yes, we can recover Saturday's illumination."
I did.
Until now, I thought I'd have to find the Saturday map someday, but I couldn't find the thumbs because I knew it was in the carcass, but I didn't know where it was. Even the goddess of Daeraeshin went crazy, and if she searched heaven and earth, she would have lost hundreds of lives. So far, she has postponed the search for Saturday.
But not anymore.
According to the memory sent to the Silver Beacon, Saturday's map is clearly located in the Palace of the Palace of the Astronomical Emperor facing the Rock.
At least once in her palace, there is a chance! '
In that case, all the locations of the seven days are certain except Friday and Sunday. When I pulled out my hand, Jegalsa died by my side.
"Well, there's one bad thing."
"What?"
"I don't know why it's in English, but in the middle of the seventh week, Saturday, the Palm Tree is freed and belongs to the Celestial Empress... So how strong is the Celestial Empress?"
"......"
"Well, you don't have to tell me what disaster happens when God uses Chilyo."
"Damn it!"
I could feel another obstacle.
Even if we reach the Palace of Astronomy, will we be able to defeat Astronomy and rob Saturday?
Human beings can increase their terrifying power even when they use it, but there is no guarantee that they will overcome God's use of it.
At that time, the lagoon said profoundly.
"That seven-year-old is sealing all the tricks. Well, wouldn't it be worth it if you cooked them up and got really strong?"
"In theory, yes. The astronaut weather is divine, but it must be very soothing."
"It's not the triple O class. The Underworld will win at any cost."
"Maybe."
"It's settled."
The lagoon giggled and patted my back.
"Here comes Noo Oho!!"
"......"
"Let's work hard and go to the Underworld! Friend."
"Damn it."
I frowned. It was because my heart was greatly dissatisfied.
What the hell? '
After I finished talking with my colleagues, I called my concubine when I was alone.
[Softener, why did you summon me?]
"Dongbin, I'm sorry, but I have a question."
[What?]
I asked honestly.
"I... I've been blessed with the Voting Rights... Are you sure you've improved your talent?" "
I think I've really only been training Death Dealers for years. The teacher is Lee Chung Un, so there's nothing to add. However, it has only penetrated the minefield, and there is not much improvement. No, I can't believe the talent has increased.
Am I blessed?
[......]
"Dongbin?"
Dong Bin was silent and insisted.
Not at all.
"......"
[It is not that kind of blessing. I knew you didn't know what it was, Softener...]
"What on earth is the blessing of the right to an empire?"
[Phew! That blessing is called sixteen letters.]
As she continued, I opened my mouth.
[Blessings of the Unconditional Peace Weekend Blindness.]
"... Yes? What kind of blessing is that?"
Dongbin turned away from my eyes.
[Improves concentration and imminently sinks the surrounding situation or fate so that the trainee doesn't have to worry about anything and only cleans the area diligently.]
"......"
[My teacher gave me that blessing so that I could work hard on the sword... I was so caught up in the mischief around me that I helped a lot.]
"This... this... this... this..."
I couldn't connect the horses.
"What rubbish!! '
Voting Blessings.
It's just a blessing to keep the surroundings quiet so you can practice hard!