Amcheon Township
Twelve Gospels!
Clearly, there was only one person who could resist the Soviet monk in the current situation. If you empower Zhao, you can defeat the Sovereign Lord, but he's a foe in Mado, so you can't shake hands with him. But I had a question.
"How are you going to move him...?"
In my previous life, the true purpose was twelve currency shares, which were so clumsy that I could not clearly understand what potential I had. Being intelligent, powerless, and at its peak, it is a big problem to try to exploit it. I asked him a question because there was a tremendous risk, and Jegalsa said,
"Twelve Yul-ju is already checking the situation by spreading his attention throughout the Middle School. Even if they didn't know, they would have sensed it before it spread, and they would know the situation."
"But his purpose is unclear."
I sighed.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what you're thinking about the Imperial Palace or the Libyan Church."
This is the problem. The Imperial Palace and the Libyan Church recognized each other to have a close relationship with the [former ruler], and were very concerned about the god behind them. I liked being close to the worst enemy. However, unlike those two relationships, the twelve percentages were quite ambiguous; even in the 19th life, the twelve percentages were so passive that they were the last to intervene.
Jegalsa said.
"You don't know the purpose, but you just have to move. If two people are hostile, the moment one side becomes stronger, it will end. However, if you turn the axis of power into three instead of two, all three will become difficult to move."
"So how do we do that?"
"I intend to move the Celestial Blind."
"What?"
Chungcheon Fellowship?
Why is Jeongcheon Blitz, an alliance between the Old Testament and the Fraternity? As I made a curious face, the telescopes beside me said.
"In the meantime, we have been able to exert a significant influence on the Celestial Alliance by operating the Anti-Celestial Alliance. Wijihon the Chungcheongju considers our demigod as an ally. So we will move the Lord of Heaven through the demigod, and the Twelve Gospels by which he touches the twelve."
"Twelve Commandments with the Chungcheon Alliance?"
The retinue nods.
"Formally, we've been cow-sitting each other since the Ten and Thousand Realms ruled separately, but now we are threatened by the Hungarian Empire. That is why the Wezihorn will accept our offer and make an alliance with the Twelve Commandments. I've explained to him enough about the power and interest of the twelve with the Lion."
"Hmm."
"And by establishing a zenith, we can avoid having our forces directly observed by the twelve. You don't have to do it yourself."
It is certain that if we do so, we will be able to move the twelve Gospels without having to take any risks. Also, the likelihood of alliance was high, since the current Soviet Union was in jeopardy, whether it was Jeoncheon or Twelve.
The shepherd who was listening said.
"Everything is fine, but how is the Imperial Court doing? It's been quite a while since they last withstood the Imperial Palace, so I'm guessing they've regained considerable strength..."
"You didn't tell me that."
Mangling calmly folds the debt.
"In the meantime, my uncle told me a lot about the alchemist's knowledge and the portrait. And now they've mass-manufactured the Dragon Warrior and the Dragon Warrior, and they've entered the process of making a special superhero."
"What if he's a special superhero...?"
"From there, I'll explain myself."
Jegalsa interrupted and said.
"As I said before, a superhero is essentially a quality offering to God. However, the unit price produced is significant, and it is not very effective when wishing for more than a certain level. That's why it seems like they were trying to create a supernova to test it out and then made a plan to create a high-end supernova at the top level."
"Hmm..."
She folds her arms and says,
"Does that mean... making a delicacy for God to eat?"
"Phew! Perfect expression. If a supernatural person is a culinary delicacy of the famous Hundred Seasons, would that superficial person be the most confident of the best seasoned ones, Cheongchun? Anyway, it looks like we're going to use all our skills."
"Hmm."
"The more delicious the offering, the better the price God will pay."
Among the chefs' qualifications, which are divided into four stages of the Chengcheon-hong black white, Chungcheon was the best qualified person to be accredited at the Emperor's appetizer competition.
"The parable of Zegalsa is remarkable..."
Literally trying to produce the best of the best. The Black Horse's eyes gleam.
"That high-end portrait must be a gray-haired portrait."
"I think he will."
"So how far did it go?"
"Maybe it's a draft. I haven't even built the foundation yet, but I haven't breathed it into the ground.
They've been holding each other for about five years. "
"Five years..."
The black horse shed a tear.
"As expected, the gray-haired one you encountered before was incomplete."
"Of course. We'll have to wait five years to see the finished one."
If the five years were long, it would be short and long.
He said while listening to the arc.
"Until the Imperial Court completes a high-end portrait, the Imperial Court must not be defeated by the Crusaders!"
"Yes, it is. We need to find out who that gray-haired superhero is in this life. And when they've done that, we'll take control and turn it against us."
Zegalsa stretched out her hands.
"Five years from now! It is our goal to maintain peace for at least five years in this edition, which has drawn up to twelve weeks."
"How did you manage to hold out for five years just by bringing in twelve?"
I spoke in a skeptical voice.
"At twelve, we could all just get into a clay fight together. If the three forces get tangled, it could get more complicated."
"A reasonable concern. Does studying make your head feel a little better?"
"......"
Jegalsa laughed.
"I had it all figured out. So the point is, once you open up, you need a chance to talk."
And then three days later.
The telepathy convenes the meeting again. He smiled happily and said.
"Twelve shareholders accepted the offer of alliance to the Celestial Alliance."
"Good."
"At the same time, I'm guessing you thought of another offer positively. Perhaps the twelve shares will cooperate directly with other forces in the future."
"In that case..."
My excitement made him nod.
"This is how I began preparing for the three-way conference."
Three-way conference!
This was the plot of Manglish and Zegalsa.
Three of the greatest forces in the world, the Imperial Palace, the Libyan Church and the twelve elders, converge in one meeting! Although all three are hostile and suspicious of each other, twelve percent also decided to dip their feet in the mud of the Middle Church, so they will not be able to resist each other. And if they had a three-way meeting, there was a possibility of a truce between them.
She sighs.
"Phew! What a big game. Three talks... even one in three generations can control them all?"
"Hard."
Mangweing said, deflecting the regent.
"Not all of them were in control in the first place. They are the rulers of today's Moorish and the greatest monarchs. All we can do is put our hands behind their backs to make sure they have minimal control."
"Restraint!"
"Yes, restraint... any one of the three will make a tremendous sacrifice if they go off the rails, but they are self-centered because they all know their power." And they also realize that the side gets weaker and weaker. "
The scourge grins.
"In half a day's time, the White House or the Imperial Palace will learn of the alliance of the Ten and Thousand."
The shepherd's eyes are wide open.
"Did the anti-celestial coup leak that information on purpose?"
"Yes, so that the Liberians and imperial palaces will be aware of the Twelve Gospels. If the twelve shares notice that, they won't be able to settle in the east as tightly as they have."
At that time, the arc was listening and I raised my hand.
"Hey, Mango. I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Who do you think is the strongest of the three generations?"
It was an important question, and it was something everyone here was curious about. As everyone's attention is focused on the network, the network opens its mouth slowly.
"A Chinese monk. A Chinese monk, to be exact."
"Damn it."
"Of course, I'm not sure, but the Sovereign Church is on the front line, which means there's a lot of confidence and power behind it. I don't know, maybe not as much as the 19th anniversary of the Hundred Millions. I think they have the power of a pitcher."
"......"
"You know, we don't have that kind of power, not even in the whole world. He's probably suppressing a socialist monster sealed in [fetus of immortality] with a stronger force, half way beyond humans."
The telepathy spoke calmly.
"Honestly, I don't know why I went outside even though the cure for black and white or other monstrosities didn't go to the Liberty. For now, it's most likely that the Soviet Church forced its power to suppress the monstrosity."
"I see. The bishop has surpassed all freshness..."
The polar lake's face darkens. The purpose of the lake was to avenge the Chinese monk, but because the leader of the monks became too strong, his palate was bitter. In addition, Yongbyeon, a spiritual guardian saint, was also more likely to be strong because he was taught by the Pope without public education.
The scourge was a horse.
"But even though the Soviets are the best, they don't get ahead of themselves. In fact, with power, all three generations will be at home. The slightest difference that can be determined by a moment's luck... can be considered equal."
Jinseo Chung, who was listening with his arms closed, said.
"Depending on which hand we raise, we might lose."
"Exactly! We are the fourth force that can change the balance of power. That's why this is so important."
The telescopes glow in your eyes.
"Planning until the end to consume and restrain each other so that neither of the three of them can be victors. Our anti-celestial blindness must be the last veil of darkness."
"......"
"Hundred Hundred. Why do you look like that?"
"No... it's..."
I scratched my head and said,
"Weren't we... evil?"
"Hmm."
The telepathy seemed to be a disadvantage. Zegalsa, who was beside me, chuckles.
"Hehehehe. That's right. Hiding your identity to the end, plotting to manipulate the tide, targeting the destruction of other forces... isn't that just a novel vice?"
"......"
"Perhaps the Sovereign of Justice must defeat the blacksmith Mange to win."
"That shouldn't have happened..."
When Jegalsa was dying, he sighed and said.
"Anyway, we need to get the three generations together in a month's time. And now, Hundred Hundred, you must move too."
"What can I do?"
"Bring the priest to our side."
The retinue calmly speaks.
"I didn't need to get involved until now, but things are different now. Without the help of the Reverend Priest, we may be attacked by the Third Generation and exterminated in an instant. So you must bring him to me."
"He's a real pain in the ass..."
"Try this."
Pa 'at
I recalled the telepathic operation and left for the town of the Scout Shipper. And after I hid the paramedic, I entered the village, and Cheonwoojin appeared before me. Unlike Cheonwoojin, I made a face that I disliked explicitly.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you for a quest. Repayment is this silver ingot."
I pushed the silver ingot forward. Then, Choon Woo-jin became curious as if he had recognized the value at all times.
"Oh, this is..."
I was bitten by a swift silver ingot in front of the snow.
"You're not the one I want to commission."
"Huh?"
I ignored Cheonwoojin and suddenly ran to the inner shrine. When Cheonwoojin looked at me in a daze, I screamed at the whale.
"The scout master!! I'll give you this as collateral. Let me borrow him!"
Glug-ug
At that moment, I fell asleep with an enormous need for sleep.
[Silver Beacon Sulfur... It's an artifact related to cleaning up.]
You hear something muttering.
The Black Cat, who was curled up in the middle of the trail, stared closely at me.
[How much do you intend to borrow my apprentice?]
"Lend me 50 years."
[It's too long.]
"Well... 25 years. I'll clean it up and return it to you."
The scout wags his tail.
Two years.]
"Ugh... Okay."
Glug-ug
As soon as the scout grabs the silver seal with his front foot and pushes it somewhere, the silver seal disappears without a trace. Perhaps it was eaten by a divine technique. The scout leader slowly disappears over the trail.
I can feel the chest. Don't get too cocky and get counter-attacked...]
When I woke up, I was standing in front of my eyes with a crimson face. He seems to be feeling a great deal of aging, but he can hardly bear it.
"... I wish you well for the next two years..."
"Hehe, I'm the one."
I smiled at Cheon Woojin's face and sued him.
'This is a telepathic operation.'
The Silver Beacon was given as collateral to the Scouts and forcibly recruited the Chunwoojin!
In this urgent situation, it was a much surer way to fight with Cheonwoojin than with each other.