The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

The symbolism of the Catholic Church has always been different from time to time. In the distant past, the red was mainly used, but the Jeon Cheung Horse Gal Hyuk Joon used black as his symbol and the Jeon Cheung Horse Seongyeon preferred red, but he left the Jeon Cheung Horse and threw his red coat and returned to pink.

Likewise, Baek Seo-woo also used the red color according to Seo Jungyeon, but he decided to stop using the color because he stopped riding.

Of course, this was not a special tradition or discipline. It's just, I think it's a psychological problem.

Therefore, White Sohwa decided to use white as his symbol color. There is no reason, is it because of the fact that you don't fit in with yourself?

Her life had always been stained with black stains, and it was fine even if it was current.

Right now, I've been lonelier, more distressed than ever in my life.

Even more so since I honestly realized that all of those things were true of myself.

How the hell am I supposed to forgive him? Is it possible to forgive? If I were you, would I forgive anyone who tried to harm Seong-yeon?

Thinking back, even Seong-yeon was miraculously close to forgiving him for not imposing any punishment on him and simply exiling him. If he had been himself, he would never have forgiven and torn his limbs and thrown them into the field as food.

‘After all, I'm leaving with care from the teacher to the end. ’

I was so frightened by the fact that I only received it from her, gave it back without anything, and even tried to repay it as an enemy. Why the hell was I born? Born to live a life. Wouldn't it have been better not to be born?

I couldn't do that if I wanted to see her wandering around in the desert with such negative thoughts. Hair splattered in dark circles, unraveled branches, etc. However, behind Baek So-woo, there was a family of three or four.

Even though the mold is a machete, those who feel how strong she is are are chasing her with a reasonable distance to be safe. I left the white whites alone, whether they did it or not.

Occasionally, when a pregnant woman was caught sweating with difficulty, White So-woo sat by the side of the road and rested. It doesn't mean much. I just want to rest.

Then they also rest about twenty steps away.

“Stir this. ”

A child approaches carefully and gives the bread and water that is piled on the leaves. As he stares at it quietly without saying a word, the boy opens his eyes and comes close to the horse poop. Immediately, the parents jumped out and caught the kid's throat.

“Sin, sorry! ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I hope so for three days.

Shoot him!

I leaned on a sperm placed on the side of the road in an endless sonar. The roof is perfect for avoiding showers. However, her family was sitting on the right side of the throne, waiting to see if she could not come, and she got up quietly and moved to a corner position.

“De, let's go in. You have to cook well. ”

No matter how frightened they were, they also came into the sperm because the pregnant woman had a cold.

Xijin who hoped to do so.

The family took a break looking at the white light without saying a word, and the old man, who had become frustrated by this silence, decided to lose his fortune first.

“Excuse me. You're right, aren't you?”

He turned his head and looked him in the eye. Then, he nods and answers.

“Oh, I see! No wonder you're not good at martial arts! ”

He didn't listen very well, so he asked Dorian questions without answering.

“This road is dangerous because bandits are camping. What reason do you cross this place? ”

“Well, that's · · ·. ”

The man inquired and said,

“My village was attacked by bandits and I lost my place. ”

Indeed, the reason why not one household and three or four households are passing through dangerous forests is also convincing.

‘How have I been in the past? ’

Baek So-woo reminds me of my parents who seem to be remembered in secret. Perhaps, the situation was not so different from theirs.

The night the thunder struck. My father hurriedly woke me up and shouted desperately to rush out the back door and run west. Without even knowing English, I ran down that road and watched the village burn.

They were writers who killed people for fun. Those who committed incredibly cruel acts of the same human being.

The village with memories and dreams burned down. The sight is still unforgettable.

When the adversaries gathered the women together in the middle and thrust them with their swords, their husbands, who could not move with their heads trampled, screamed in agony. How can this not be hell, because they drink wine and insult virgins with their screams?

I climbed there with a mouthful, and I was able to escape successfully thanks to the other children and anarchists who had been held captive.

What happened to my parents?

I know, but I decided not to think.

“Name the town. ”

“Yes? Yes, it's called 'Nok Forest'. ”

It was not a very helpful answer. The town that uses such a common name is widespread, and it won't be on the map.

“Tell me your location. ”

“A week's walk to the west, over three large peaks, and one subcontract out. But why is that? ”

Now that I've heard the answer, I don't need to talk anymore.

What Baek Seo-woo will do in the future will be really meaningless. It's not rewarding, it's just to the extent of being angry.

It won't help the world, just as you can't get rid of it, no matter how much you catch it and burn it.

‘If you don't do this, you won't find a reason to live any longer. ’

That's why.

Baek So-woo decided to pull out the sword, as he always did.

*

“I beg you, save me! We dare not recognize the Mourim! ”

Most bandits were similar to those who knew what to say. Knowing that he could not speak a high-end vocabulary, he felt bored.

“Your thieves have no pride. Tell me where the chief is. ”

“Well, then! ”

“I won't hurt you. ”

Of course, I had no choice but to return a similar answer. By the time I felt Dejavue in the same conversation a dozen times already, I realized that Baek So-woo was not looking at the bandits, but at them elsewhere.

I'm waiting for someone.

‘Of course.’

I thought I could do less hard to find myself, so let's wait a minute. With the sound, the forest split and hundreds of bandits appeared. Among them, there was a man of nearly 3 m in size, with a heavy axe on his shoulders that could not be lifted even if a normal adult three-nut ran in, and he stood in front of him with a heavy step.

“Are you the head of these filthy bandits? ”

“A cocky bitch makes fun of her juggler. It is the home of the seventy-two greenhouses, the Grand Master of the Moon () and the Bathong Hyo-Hyuk. ”

“Mainland, Mainland. ”

Baek So-woo smiled as he wept. How dare I use the term 'home' in front of the Catholic Church? Moreover, aren't even titles offensive?

The greatest axe to cut the mountain.

Nor does that pride make sense. Even in the greening, the seventy-two so-called elites were known to be unscrupulous enough to rob even the first-class unmanned. What about their leader? At the very least, the culmination will be the earliest.

It may not be enough to spread the name to the wider Moorim, but it must have been difficult to find the lake water.

However, such an excuse.

Spatula!

“Huff, huff! ”

It is not circulated in the Moorim of the Heavenly Zone.

It was a great sin for the strong man to recognize the strong man in the subject of the law.

“Turn it off. ”

With his right arm neatly slit off from his shoulders, Zhong-hyuk gazes at him with less trembling eyes. Her white black plain, I thought I could simply take a picture with my own axe.

‘What's so hard! ’

This heavy axe is powerful enough to tear even the glottis. By the way, when I hit that thin sword, I didn't even flinch like I shot some golden stone.

Unbelievable strengths and the strength of the sword. When I thought about it, Seong-hyuk realized that the woman in front of me was more handsome than herself.

‘Oh, my God. ’

I mean, she's big and she's got a lot of masters, but how come she looks like she's only in her 20s? I couldn't believe it, but it was real.

“The weight of an axe sucks when it comes to carrying great titles. Where did the axe go to cut even Tae-san? ”

“How dare four years. ”

Even so, something was wrong.

Why can't the technique work? ’

His inner self contained a unique power obtained through a special divine creature.

A very powerful force that leads to negative emotions, among other things, despair from the other person.

With this power, I was able to overcome any strong man I ever met. Even the mastermind could not gain the power of its own body in the moment of despair, and it was impossible to stop that heavy axe.

However, Baek Seo Hyuk, who seemed to have no intention of unraveling the question, drove the dojo revolution. I cut off my knees, I ripped off my ears, and I snapped my eyeballs. It's been a long time since his men had fled and disappeared in such a harsh sight as to say, 'I will give you back what you have suffered.’

“Glug, hick. ”

Seeing Zhong-hyuk fall on the ground in spite of blood, Baek So-woo sets up his sword with a careless eye.

There is no need to give meaning to this. It's meaningless. I'll fill the gaps in a week anyway.

The moment I thought about it, I fell on the neck of the dojo revolution.

Gwwwww!!

Since the skin twisted with the flesh of Bao Jong-hyuk, a 'mouth’ was created and the sword of Baek Seo-woo was hot.

What is it? ’

With a feeling of insecurity, the body of the dojo revolution began to clump together like clay.

“Turn it off, turn it off! Oh, no! Stop it! Ahhhhh!! ”

The viscera protrudes and covers the skin, shattering bones and forming another shape. At this point, it became like the face of something. His face, made of flesh and torn viscera, looked disgusting enough to frown even a good white light, and his voice was heard with his supposedly ‘mouth’ open.

“What a strange man! You don't have feelings! ”

“What is your identity? ”

“I asked first! Answer me!”

“It's not worth talking to. ”

Baek So-woo again put an inner ball on the sword and cut it out as hard as he could. The fragile human skin could not dare to take her sword, but it was gently split into two, but regenerated in less than 3 seconds.

“Ignorant man! You are dangerous!”

Then, it slowly swells its body as it leans back. At the end of the day, it grows close to 20 m and looks down at the white light.

Now, it wasn't just one corpse.

Dozens, maybe hundreds of bodies were asleep in there.

“I don't know who you are, but you must not exist in this world. You'd better kill him now. ”

“Ha! Haha! That's impossible! You can't kill me! I am made of your human emotions! Are you capable of killing emotions! ”

The voice of the things roars, and the roots of the trees are plucked up and flew away. The mountains were stripped, and the rocks were golden, but they were as flat as a white cedar.

“There is nothing in this world that cannot be killed. ”

Thousand Spirits

Marginal Blade of Death

White Plum

Once, a lightning bolt that split the sky in two was unfolding at the fingertips of the white light. Fatigue! The lightning rod, which burns even the clouds, blooms like a flower and reminds me of a white plum.

Seeing it was a technique that made her work full of beauty, but · · · ·. "No one has survived this technology so far.

What is it?

At that moment, I felt a faint feeling. Because I felt like I was surrounded by some unknown energy towards myself. But I couldn't care less about it because I used herbs.

Dig!!! The whole world was covered in white, and when the white blossoms tore the artifact apart, the white sapphire breathed heavily.

Strange. Something strange. I don't know why, but an intense sense of disguise covered the whole body.

“I mean, you can't kill him! ”

Even the essence faced with white flowers has begun to regenerate in a way that is no different from before.

It's difficult. White Plum is a technique that burns the inner air rapidly, so even white fluorescence can reach exhaustion after using it. By the way, even if you get hit by this technique, you don't blink.

“· · · What is identity. ”

“Despair!”

“Despair?”

“Yes! I am your despair! Have you ever cut down on despair? That's impossible! ”

He said so, and the tribute struck his fist.

Kukung!!! The ground collapses on just one punch. A 50-metre diameter crater is created, and a huge landslide sweeps and disappears from the vegetation beneath the peak.

White-eyed eyes sweat.

‘I can't win. ’

It was the first emotion I felt for my opponent, not for Seoulyeon. Any opponent must have weaknesses and gaps. However, there was no gap in ‘emotion’.

Hundreds of hundred Sohwas spread out their steps, but they folded the earth like monkeys, catching up several tens of metres in one leap.

Kung!

The man who rips the cliff and wields it like a knife, pulls out the peak and makes it into a spear, picks it up and throws it, and shoots the tree like an arrow seems to have no way of winning. Other than just running away, running away.

Tuck!

“Argh!”

Then the place where he stepped down collapsed, and the white light fell into a huge cave. Standing on it, the yoke smiled and said,

“Hahaha! Stop giving up!" You have to fight it anyway, there are already dozens of demons in the world like me! This world is now occupied by our demons! ”

“What? ”

I can't believe there are dozens more of them. It was unbelievable, but Baek So-woo bites his teeth tightly without despair.

“Hmm!" But you're unusual! Why aren't you desperate to report me? Ah, I can feel the energy of other demons. It's starting! ”

That's what I said. Though I didn't even seem to care about what I said, I couldn't stand this horrible feeling of disgust that I felt earlier.

Like someone artificially manipulating it, like the world wants it to.

There was no "destiny," but I kept using this reality to my liking.

‘What the hell! ’

Tuck! Then I reach out and I catch something heavy. Why don't you sneak around and see if there's a box? I hurriedly opened it, and it contained an old sack of swords, an empty pay slip, and finally a brown illusion. In other words, it was "acting."

Only then could Baek So-woo not acknowledge this sense of disguise.

I don't know who he is, but this‘ something ’is helping him. In fact, with great pride and anger, she set a veil around her eyes.

I don't get help anymore. I wanted to shout like that, but there was no other way to defeat that thing in front of my eyes. Even dozens of them.

Murim will never be safe.

Baek So-hye grinds his teeth and pulls out his sword. Immediately, the reaction returned from the essence.

“Ah, no! Well, that's a soul-cutting honeycomb? How do you know that? · · · · · ”

This looks like something special is right. Because the essentials are so open that they can tease with their faces.

“Ha, but it can never be used unless you have completely abandoned your feelings! ”

“Yes. Are the conditions of use the same? It's just right for me. ”

Kuooooo!

At that time, the image of the ‘demons’ from afar began to howl. They looked like black dragons, they looked like stained shadows in the world, there were giant giants, there were dozens of eyeballs, there were clouds with eyeballs, and there was a rain of lizards hanging from the stars.

It was true that there were dozens of things in the world, not just him, as the arrogant thing in front of his eyes said.

She grabs the sword. Only those who have abandoned their emotions can use the first-ever hybrid sword. Whose intention is this in his hands? Why does he help me?

It didn't really matter right now.

It's just, I've got things to cut right now.

It only cuts.

End of protagonist's work (2)