Volcanic Sphere

A lot of people usually go to the Evil Sheep Gate. Today, however, the Evil Shepherd's Gate was gathering a few times more people than usual to camp.

It was the unarmed who were sent from the Old Moon and the Old Age.

I had originally planned to have a gathering in Jellu, but I decided to gather at the Evil Sheep Checkpoint as soon as the matter was urgent.

Thanks to him, it was the unarmed at the Evil Shepherd's Gate. They were being errands in their sleeplessness and were coming in diligently.

It's one of Honam Odaemunfa's evil checkpoints, but I couldn't compare it to the guests who came today. They were overwhelmed by the intense energy emitted by the Old Moon and the Unbelievers of the Old Testament.

Moreover, the atmosphere of returning was unusual. The nerves of the unarmed who came to the Evil Sheep Gate were shattered, and a fierce force was spreading in their bodies.

It didn't even seem easy to talk. In the end, the villains became the owners of the checkpoint and were forced to see the guests' eyes.

"Chet! Is that it? ’

"How good are you when you're good? ’

I cursed myself a hundred times and a thousand times, but I didn't spit it out of my mouth.

There were about thirty people gathered in the biggest Feud at the Evil Sheep Checkpoint.

The chiefs of the Southern Archers and Southern Archers, the Five Doctors and the Seasonal Moon, as well as the missionary Jinn and Honorary Moon, each take their seats.

On one side, I was sitting on behalf of a white specialist. The eyes of the supernova, who was yawning secretly, were filled with tears.

I'm sick of it.

Since the seniors didn't open their mouths more than themselves, they were forced to keep their mouths shut.

Superneun looks at the other side, hoping that this time will pass quickly.

Within the reach of his gaze, the MoonMoonMoonMoon Warrior of the Evil Gate, Eun-joo Eun-joo of Ngabo, and Moon Moon Shim Woo-won of the Physical Gate also occupied one seat.

There was also a silver petition beside the silversmith. I was too young to be here, but a silver man was brought in on purpose to introduce her to the people here.

I encountered the gaze of Seo-yeong and Eun-sung.

"Tsk!"

The supernova fills my tongue.

I could understand the mind of the silversmith, but even so, the silversmith was too young. It still took a lot of years for this position to withstand the weight.

― Hang in there a little bit. Let's go out with me when we get a chance.

Seo-yeong-un sent a note to Eun-sung. Then he nodded slightly so that the silver petition would not be displayed.

The gaze of the supernova was this time towards the Samar Corps.

Officer Samar was the owner of the Evil Sheep Gate. However, it was not enough to give the Feud a seat, so I had to sit on the horsestone.

Even though he was dissatisfied, the Samaritan couldn't complain. It was the same for Silver Names and Shim Woowon.

It was a huge, irreversible flow for the Moorish to enter the Homan anyway.

‘It is the difference between heaven and earth that takes its place before the blindness is created and that which takes its place after it is created. ’

‘The difference between those who are sure of their stake in the Moorish Blind now and those who are not will become increasingly widespread, and will eventually become inextricable. ’

Then it was their judgment that we should take full advantage of this opportunity now. So they took up their shame and settled down on the horse.

The meeting was so urgently convened that there were some doorfathers who had not yet attended. Among the Old Moon factions, the Gongwheels, the Muang faction, and the Sorim faction have not yet arrived, and among the Old Moon faction, the Pearl Hills and the Habuk Ganga have not yet arrived.

The wheels, the chimes, and the pearls have not yet arrived because of the long distance, and the Habuk Ganga was annihilated on the way. And the sorcerers were on their way.

Numerous people gathered, but no one opened their mouths quickly. It is because I am aware of the seriousness of the situation.

To be honest, until I came here, many of them were skeptical about establishing a moorland blind.

The horror of the word "paganism" was great, but it has not yet confirmed its substance.

It was never easy to create blindness. The Old Moon and the Old Age are the mainstay, but in the end, the power of Murim was forced to flourish.

Of course, huge amounts of money and people had to be invested to create the Moorish Blind, and more money had to be put in to maintain it.

Even though the Old Moon and the Old Age have accumulated the most wealth, it was never easy to afford such funds.

So people thought it was a rush to check the reality of the pagan religion. It's comforting to say that it's not too late after that.

But things have changed.

The masters of the Habuk Ganga were annihilated, and the shamans were also badly damaged. The word "paganism" is no longer anyone's business.

“Mmm!”

Someone spills out an outburst of silence in the intestines. With that signal others opened their mouths in succession.

“Phew! It's a pagan. What a lightning bolt this is. ”

“You're not sure yet, are you? We can't be sure until the blueprints of the Mujahideen arrive. ”

This was the elder progress of the Jongnam faction and the elder eugenic statue of the Moon Chang faction. They all came here as heads of negotiations on behalf of Jaffa.

Starting with their conversation, Zhang Chang turned into a rural marketplace. People raised their voices by telling their thoughts.

A doctor looks at the Southern Archer.

The Southern Archery remained silent. His mind was so complicated that it wasn't cleared yet.

He tried to judge the situation coldly while keeping as much silence as possible.

It was then.

“The Qinghua Jinn has arrived from the Muang Faction. ”

I heard the voice of an unarmed man outside the Evil Sheep Gate.

At that moment, the playground became as quiet as a lie.

The visit was followed by a large walk by an old master dressed in a painted dowry.

I was impressed by the shiny eyes under the conduit on my head and the red bitten face.

He was the blueprint of the Muang Faction.

The people who sat in his place aroused indignation.

“It's been a long time, Cheonghur Jin-in. ”

“Welcome, Cheonghur Jinn. ”

The attitude of those who treat the Qinghuang Jinn was forced to be extreme.

Along with Shaolin, he was a Qinghua Jinman, also called the Great Sword of the North, the elder of the Muang faction, who was the second conception of Murim.

The weight of his name surpassed that of everyone here.

“Allow me to greet you, Mr. Nordo. I'm sorry I'm late.”

“No, I heard about the raid. I'm glad you're okay. ”

Qinghuang Jin smiled at the calm answer of the Southern Palace.

“Thank you, Elder Nam Palace. ”

“Have a seat. You don't have to. There's a lot you want to hear. ”

“I have a lot to talk about. ”

Qinghuang Jin sat in a vacancy with his answer.

Now everyone has come together and an environment for proper discussion has been created.

Eugene, the elder of the rush wave, asked.

“Are you sure you've been attacked by a demon? Cheonghur Jinn.”

But no one maneuvered him. They were also curious about one thing.

Qinghue Jinn looked at the faces of those who were gathered in the bowels for a while. He saw the light of subtle horror in the eyes of the young.

Most of the people here were people who could be called Murim mythology. They were shaking their eyes at the word "pagan".

Whew!

Qinghuang Jin secretly sighed.

I understood how they felt, but even so, I was forced to be discouraged by the fact that I looked like I had already been terrified without even fighting.

However, I couldn't find such an inside look, so I took care of it and opened my mouth.

“I was raided by unidentified hostiles from the pipeline coming here. But I'm not sure yet if they're really pagans. ”

“Why?”

A light of suspicion came to people's faces.

“Those who raided us were certainly strong. Two of the first disciples of the text and five of the second disciples were seriously injured, so I did my best. But I'm still not sure if their martyrdom is really a martyrdom. ”

Qinghee Jin recalls the time when he was attacked by masked men.

All three masked men raided the Mujahideen. One of them was strong enough to tremble.

The other masks attacked the disciples of the Mujahideen while the leader masked the blueprint.

Fortunately, the disciples of the Mujahideen agreed to stop their aggression, but suffered little damage.

Chengherjin also suffered minor internal injuries in the fight against unmanned chieftains. But fortunately I was able to defeat him.

When things got bad, the masked fled, and the Qinghuang Jin could barely recover the Mueans and get here.

Cheonghur Jinn's gaze turned to the current Jinn of the Volcano.

“Did Jinn come here, too, in the presence of your father? ”

“Yes?”

“If he is a scholar, he will surely recognize the invisibility of paganism. Are you here?”

“Nowadays…… the death penalty has not come. Few people have seen him in recent years. ”

“That's it!”

Cheonghur Jin closes her eyes.

‘Is it also because of the loss of the disciple? ’

The memory of that day was still vivid.

Everyone turned away from him.

He also turned his back on him.

It was an inevitable decision to save the disciple from burning, but that did not make me feel comfortable.

After seeing the tears of the current Jinn, it was even more so. So I couldn't reach him.

Until I came here, I had the expectation that I might be able to see the real person.

But the current Jinn did not come.

Even within the volcanic wave, few people have seen the true man, so I have no idea how much he feels about losing.

“Phew!”

It was time for Qinghuang Jin to sigh once more. A man wrapped in a bandage on his chest opened the door and came in.

He was Huang-young, the only survivor of the Habuk Gang.

Cheong-young shouted.

“They must be the remnants of the pagan party. ”

“Ping Compromise. ”

“Where else could there be an unmanned horse that could slaughter the masters of the Habuk Ganga like rotten straw? ”

The shrieking of the fist shook people's breasts.

The anger of the man who lost everything to drowsiness was indeed tremendous. He glanced at one and one of the men who had gathered in the bowel with bloody eyes.

“Why did the pagans raid the Ganga? We're trying to stop the blindness from forming. ”

“Phang Compromise, once you calm down. ”

“Southern Arch Great Lakes. We must not postpone the formation of the Mourim Blind. You must make a decision here. ”

“Calm down for a moment, Phang. ”

The Southern Archery tried to calm down the expansion. But the more he did, the higher his voice.

“Do you think it's going to end with a fanga? They're going to be looking for the whole blueprint. Just like before. We need to create a blind spot. That way we can fight them. ”

I frowned for a moment at the voice of Yeong-young from Daejeon.

Her voice, which seemed to vomit blood, shook even her chest.

She thought it was only a matter of time before the blindness was created.

The power of the Habuk Ganga has been destroyed. Yeong-young was asserting that the pleural cortex was a horse.

Perhaps the people in the Great War are also emotionally agreeing to the words of Zhang Guangyong.

Of course, there remained a difficult process until the Mourim Blind was created.

The equity of each munchie, the size of the contribution, and a number of other procedures and opinions. There's still a long way to go.

Then the raw rate approached her.

“Accident, don't you go inside? ”

“Okay. It's almost conclusive, but you don't have to go in there and check it out. ”

“But..... ”

“It's just convenient to be here. ”

“Got it.”

I could no longer recommend the original rate when the ownership was cut to such an extent.

Where they were was outside the war.

Many of them, as well as those of the Old Moon and the Orthodox family, were herding.

Some of the close friends greeted each other with greetings, but most of them were so awkward that they looked like cows and chickens.

‘But when the blinds are created, they will be the first to join. ’

It was when the ownership was so entrenched in contemplation.

Kwaang!

“Argh!”

“S, a raid. ”

Suddenly, people's screams rang alongside the roar at the front door of the Evil Sheep Gate.

“What do you mean?”

His complexion changed.

Bang!

At that moment, the wall surrounding the Feud collapsed with great noise.

Shh!

Subsequently, a strong match was pushed like a tide.

“What is it?”

The proprietor instinctively crossed his arms and covered his face and chest.

Kwaang!

“Ugh!”

His body was pushed backwards with a frustrating new voice. Then her arms swollen in an instant.

“That's nice.”

At that moment, someone appeared between the walls with a loud voice.

The man in the golden cotton ball was a golden masseuse.

Three masks were following behind the Golden Massage's back.