Volcanic Sphere

Glug!

I squeeze the rocks and something long squeezes out. The object crawling forward was a snake. But it was not a common snake to see.

There were no eyes or ears for a serpent who flew his long tongue. Nevertheless, even in the darkness, I was on my way.

If there was a stone, I went back, and if there was a goal, I went over. The serpent crawled to his destination.

The destination was a small rock crack across the street. The snake sticks its head in the crack of the rock. Next, it was my turn to put in the long trunk.

It was time for the snake to pull itself together to gain momentum.

Suddenly, a tremendous force tightens the trunk just below the serpent's head. It was when a serpent, surprised by sudden pressure, lifted his head.

Quajic!

The serpent's head is torn apart with a horrible fracture. The body of a serpent who lost his head without even knowing the English language fluctuated like crazy. But I didn't know the strong hand holding the serpent's trunk would move.

Oops! Oops!

Someone was chewing on the head of a snake in the dark.

He was a man who was unable to distinguish between his hair that was covered and his beard that grew to his chest.

The man was naked without a piece of clothing. The man's body was so pale that he had not been out of the sun for a long time.

However, unlike Hyayan's skin, the man's body looked very strong. Well-developed muscles with the same texture as if they had twisted wire, as if they had attached large and small hammers.

Woo-jik!

When the man rips the snake off again, the muscles of the whole body twirl. Like a separate creature, in sheep's moving muscles, a great power was being felt.

The man ate a snake and wiped it out over almost half a century. From head to tail, without throwing away a piece of bone and a scale, a serpent was thrown into the camouflage completely.

A man stands up, wiping his mouth with the serpent's body fluid. Then, in the darkness, the man's eyes glowed brightly.

As if a beast were aiming for food in the dark, a man's pupil was wide open and could detect no matter how fine the light was.

A man moved his steps.

His steps were very unique.

Grrrrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrrrr!

When the right foot touches the floor, the left foot is slightly dragged along. The unique rhymes and rhymes resulting from it made men's steps look more heterogeneous.

The place where the man arrived outside the cramped cave was a vast underground cavity. The ceiling of a large underground cavity, large enough for hundreds of people to live at once, was covered with several dimly lit wildlings.

The man sweeps up the head that was covering his forehead and face. Then a pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time was revealed under the faint light of savagery.

Situated underneath the forehead, the black eyes and firm lips that did not seem to open easily in any case were very impressive men.

With a heavier, rougher look, he was still alive in the golden pit.

I didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been years, or more.

Damho thought at least five years had passed. It is because the body did not grow at the end of the growing season.

Growth itself was proof that he became an adult. I don't know the exact age.

The gaze of Damho turned towards one side of the underground cavity. Time passed, but still massive amounts of soil and rocks of one size were blocking the entrance.

Damho crosses over the rocks and tosses to the other side. There was also a little blood pierced.

Damho did not hesitate, but went into the brood.

The blood was very cramped and dark. But the darkness had no effect on the damnation.

It was a long way to go hundreds and thousands of times already. I remembered all the locations of one stone rolling on the floor and one bell oil growing on the ceiling.

The blood was continuing endlessly. I walked with patience in the dark like it would never end.

How long did he walk like that? Finally, the destination of the Wall appeared.

Waterproof was a space not that big. There was a bookshelf made of stone. There were more than twenty books in the bookshelf.

Damho opens an old ark next to a bookshelf made of stone. Then a faint light came out. Inside the crevice was a barbarian who had only one small fist.

Damho took out a book in a bookshelf made of stone with a wild man in one hand. Then the title of the book was revealed under a faint light.

Triangular Forest Territory.

That's what was written in the old, hedged booklet.

Dam Ho handed over the book written in the book, "The Trident Territory." In the meantime, I can't even remember how much I saw this old booklet.

Hundreds and thousands of times I seemed to have seen more. Maybe more than that, but the important thing is that he has everything in his head.

The space he was in was called Manmago.

A long time ago, it was the place where the prisoners of the devil were held. However, it was used as a place to store martial arts after the pagans entered the Thousand Bestial Prison.

Hundreds of volumes of martial arts must have been stored here before Damho came in. However, most of the dancers also took it when the pagans left here.

The only thing I didn't get was what I thought wasn't so important.

They were all so abandoned, including the right to triangulate, the angle of attack (), and the light confiscation.

There would have been no risk of leaking to the outside because it would have collapsed the Great Wall anyway.

I didn't know how happy I was when I first found this place.

Time has passed here so slowly. It wasn't really possible, but it was like ten days a day for the damho to feel it.

I was delighted enough that I had something to read, something to spend time with. From then on, I searched for Manmago every time I had time.

I read, read again.

Later, I memorized it so that it would not be wrong, and then I coveted it again to see if there was no hidden meaning. They were so perfectly memorized martyrs.

However, Damho began to read the martial arts here again with the imperative of holding the triathlon.

In the darkness, the pupils of the Wall were wide open.

After a long time, Damho left Manmago.

This time he was headed for the same place where he was much more fertile than Manmago. The blood was cramped and sober enough for only one person to pass by.

Hooooooooooo!

The wind was blowing from across the frozen blood.

Like the whisper of a demon, an intense but cold wind passed through the walls of the castle.

Even though I felt cold because I was naked, there was no change in the look on my face. He was like a man who had lost his human feelings.

Upon reaching the tip of the frostblood, the broken rock fragments are scattered all over. They were destroyed by artificial shock, not by spontaneous breakage.

This was the damho that smashed the rock.

Damho recalled that day when he did not know exactly when.

I don't know how many days I've been starving since all the walleye fell.

I was starving back then. I just wanted to go like this and die. When he was starving so badly that he wanted to rip his arm off if he could.

I had to find something.

I couldn't stand the hunger and scratched my nameless moss on the wall. So the muscles extended their lives and desperately sought food.

It was here that Pina discovered after her efforts. I felt the wind leaking into the rocks that were blocking the inside of the frostblood. It means there's an empty space behind the rock.

Damho smashed the rock. A new space emerged. It was now open before the eyes of the Wall.

It was about ten chapters wide. I was filling the whole space with water.

It was simply a large and deep pond of water flowing from the bell oil. It meant that water was flowing somewhere, and it also meant that a certain amount of water was flowing somewhere.

Damho looked at the puddle deeply. Surprisingly, there were self-glowing fish in the pond.

It was so transparent that it even looked like a bone, and the bone was miraculously luminous. It was an incredibly bizarre fish if you hadn't seen it yourself.

The damho literally jumps into the puddle.

The water was cold enough for the bones to faint. I felt like my skin was falling out in the cold, and my heart was shaking like crazy.

But Wall Ho endured all that pain and wandered through the water. The monsters were amazed at the appearance of the Wall and scattered everywhere. But I couldn't avoid the hand of the Wall.

After a while, there was a monster in the hand of the wall that came out of the pool again.

The monster falls into the hands of the Wall. Damho ripped the monster apart. There was no such thing as a campfire here.

I couldn't even dream of unconsciousness, and I was grateful for the fact that I could eat something with this reproduction.

Damho ate all but the head of the monster. Damho glances at the head of the monster for a moment.

I didn't know when the monster lived here and how it came to live here. Importantly, the monster has evolved to be suitable for living here.

Tuck!

Damho threw the monster's head at the quarry on one side of the pool. And I waited patiently.

It was a while later.

Sasasak!

Suddenly, a fine noise resounded in the confined space with the puddle. Then something crawled out of the crack in the rock.

In the eyes of Damhoe, Lee came to mind.

It was a very strange bug. It looks like a scorpion.....

The only difference was that even the Scarecrow was glowing itself like a monster.

The Scarecrow clings to the head of the monster and starts eating flesh.

Square!

It's a confined space, so the little sound is amplified so loud that it resonates.

Damho clenches his knee and looks at the scarlet. I had a dipstick, but the scorpion was completely indifferent and focused on feeding.

It was when the Scarecrow ate some flesh. Suddenly something crawled out of the crack again.

Immediately, the mouth of the wall slightly rises.

What appeared this time was a wart, not a scorpion. The wart was also shining itself like a scarlet.

The warts were also heterogeneous, adapted to darkness. When the wart appears, the scarlet glances at the boundary.

Damho looked at the sardines and warts with interesting eyes.

The basement here was very interesting.

The monster sheds light on itself, lures insects, and comes here knowing that the insects are dead. That was the secret that the monster could survive here.

Sometimes when a monster dies, it becomes the prey of underground insects again. Insects' competition was also great due to lack of food.

Among other things, it was the battle between scarlet and warts that caught the attention of the Wall.

The wart has been attacking the Scarecrow with its healthy-looking forefoot. It was like a fiddle in the forefoot.

The forefoot of a wart that flies solely around the neck of a Scarecrow without any defecation for a second.

The moment the Scarecrow leaned slightly. Then the forefoot of the wart bounces off the body of a scarlet as hard as armor. The wart attack was crossed by an oblique line.

The wart that missed the attack twists. Then the caterpillar pushed the wart with a heavy body.

Immediately, the wart flaps and retreats for a moment.

The confrontation that follows again, and the attack.

The forefoot of the wart swung sharply again. It was not an attack to be combed as simply as before.

Purr!

The moment the Scarecrow flapped his wings.

The frontal paw of the wart bounces off the wings fast enough to be unconfirmed by the human eye.

Damho's eyes glow in the darkness.

‘The Strongest Shield……. ’