Volcanic Sphere

I stared at the wall. Her eyes were filled with tears.

I couldn't be sure. But looking at the bridge, I thought it might be him. But when the conjecture came true, she felt rather agitated.

“You're alive. Why didn't you come back to the volcano? Everyone was worried about you. ”

“Really?”

“What's wrong?”

“Was everyone really worried? ”

“ ……. ”

When I asked the cool question of Damho, I stopped talking.

Only then did she realize. Even the glare of the wall looking at you is terribly cold. I mean, it didn't contain any emotion.

An insensitive eye, as if looking at someone who has nothing to do with it. I felt as terrified as those eyes were strange.

“Heavenly Father.”

“Master?”

“Your stay is... well. ”

Damho nodded in response.

I've always wanted to hear.

That was enough for Damho.

I was okay. Then we'll meet one day.

Damho turned around and looked at the silver petition.

“Let's go.”

“Angel!”

Suddenly, a furious voice echoed before the wall's ears.

As Damho turned around, the missionary was staring at him.

The voice of the missionary Jinn echoes loudly within the Lamb Gate.

“Is it true? Then, why do you not show respect to the dignity of the Inquisitor? ”

Most of the unarmed in the bowels nodded and sympathized with his opinion.

The distribution relationship within the company is clearer than anywhere else.

Those who are underallocated should give extreme examples to the dignitaries of the private sector. Once he became a disciple of a monarch, he could never be free from the distributive relationship. Currently, only twelve years ago, the volcanic wave's best known reputation was the accelerator. It was in a worse position than the pagans of the volcano.

However, the situation was reversed as the True One accepted him as a disciple. He became a first disciple, and the disciples called him to their lodging.

That was the allocation of strength, and the order of the Moon Pavilion.

So it was natural for the missionary to express his guilt. If Damho really was a disciple of the Volcano Clan, I should have given him an example first.

Damho's eyes sank deeply.

The missionary Jinn, who shouted with great excitement for a moment, shrugged his head like a grown-up with an unknown horror.

I couldn't find any piece of emotion because the gaze on the faithful was so sharp. But I could feel as much as the glare was never favorable.

The missionary felt the creeps rising on his back.

Though it was a good story that he was a disciple of the Inquisition, he would become unwittingly atrophied by the overwhelming presence of the Wall.

People killed their breath and looked at the face of the wall and the missionary Jinn.

They were still not getting away from the intense impression that the former Dharma had just shown. He is being ruled by his banquet.

‘Kwon..... I can't believe Marga was a disciple of the Volcano Society. ’

‘Who would raise such a person without such a reputation as a volcano? ’

It was clear that if Damho joined the volcanic wave, its destructive power would be as enormous as he could not even imagine.

They were amazed by the low power of the volcano waves, but were looking back at the situation with a young, vigilant gaze.

He did not say anything, but only looked at the missionary. As a result, the missionaries were under even more pressure.

For the missionary Jinn, that short time of silence felt frightening. So I yelled.

“Why don't you say anything? Are you the dignitary of the Inquisition? ”

“Inauguration……. ”

Finally, the wall opened its heavy mouth.

Everyone looked forward to his next remark with a young expectation. The comments that followed were enough to put the guts in chaos.

“Master doesn't have any questions about me. ”

“What do you mean by that? ”

“I can't believe you're denying it. ”

As well as the missionary Jinn, the entire intestine was flustered.

Currently, the people who join here belong to Kangho's most prestigious clans, the Old Moon and the Old Age.

Their inquiry was a cradle that should never be betrayed, a grave. It is the beginning and the end and everything in life.

It was never possible to deny them an apology. It was because it was the same thing as taking away one's place in the Eucharist.

They looked at the wall with furious eyes.

The beard of the missionary Jinn trembled.

“Are you denying the volcano? Can you learn to fly in a volcano? ”

He was truly furious.

It was an incomprehensible and unacceptable remark by the values of the current Jinn.

For him, the volcano wave was everything. One disciple denied such a volcano.

It was not just an insult to the dignity of the Inquisitor, but a denial of the entire order of the volcano and Kangho.

“Looks like the volcano looked ridiculous to you. The volcano wave..... ”

“Don't force me to believe you. ”

“How dare you.... ”

“It's the volcano that abandoned me. ”

“What does that mean……. ”

“You don't know. ”

Damho's voice was as kind as his eyes. No matter what he looked like, the missionary could no longer ask.

Instead, something twelve years ago came to mind in his head.

After attending the Bird Sanctuary, Hyundai Jin entered the Chippers, and Martial Arts and Dance were silent.

The volcano's dignitaries were bitten, but they said nothing. So I didn't know anything about the situation or circumstances of the day.

‘What the hell happened that day? ’

I looked at the mission truthfulness that Damho was contemplating, as if it were fun. What came to his mouth was definitely a tribute.

“Curious?”

“ ……. ”

“Then ask him. ”

The gaze of Damho suddenly turned to the blue-green Jinn standing on one side. The blue-green Jinhee flinches as she faces the wall.

The one who was most shocked by the appearance of the dam was the Qinghuang Jinn. Because he was the only one who knew the truth of the day.

There was not a single master there, but he hastened to save his own life.

The memory of that day remained a figure to him as well. Even though it was to save his disciple from burning, the guilt of conscience was inevitable.

He used to dream of a dam-ho who was still left alone the moment the liver was buried alive. The memory of that day remained a nightmare for him.

Everyone's gaze was on the blue-green Jinn. But Qinghuang Jin couldn't speak freely.

It seemed that not only the volcanoes, but also the honour of the shamans and sectarians, would fall to the ground.

So Qinghuang Jin tightly shut his lips. But Damho was not surprised by the response of such a blueprint.

“I knew it. ”

“ ……. ”

Damho turned around.

I don't have any more business left here.

It didn't matter what they looked at themselves with. Since he was isolated from the world twelve years ago, he is no longer conscious of the gaze of others.

I didn't care how the world looked at me. I didn't care what I said.

They're them, they're themselves.

The disciples of the missionaries or volcanoes who were unaware of the situation were forced to keep silence. But not everyone was like a missionary Jinn.

“How dare you deny the letter, Samaritan? ”

Jongnam's elder progress burst into old age.

He was a man of great pride. He was also that knowledgeable.

Though it was not Jaffa's problem, I was very angry when I saw that Damhoe was denying the letter.

Damho's remarks were not just about denying the volcano, which is an apocalypse, but also about denying the order of the entire Gandhi.

“There is also no place for the accent of those who deny the gospel. ”

“How can you deny a disciple, no matter how wrong he is? ”

Several people sympathized with the progress made.

As their voices grew louder, they became a place to vomit in drowsiness.

As the progress progressed forward, he sat down.

“If you have any thoughts, you must kneel down to the dignitary of the Inquisition and make amends. That's all you've done... Argh! ”

Quajic!

At this moment, a fist of damho was placed in the mouth of the progress gyroscope.

My teeth are broken, my lips are broken.

Progress sat in place with her lips covered with both hands. His face was covered with tears and blood.

“Elder!”

The disciples of the Jongnam ran like crazy.

Bang!

At that moment, his fist was plunged into the ground with a pale stone.

Quack, quack!

A steep stone explodes around the fist dug up to the wrist.

Powerful energy and fragments of paleozoic stone scattered all over the circle with the wavelength of the concentric circle.

It was like a wall bomb exploded.

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

The disciples of the Chongnam clan were struck by the stones and swept away by the waves.

Damho didn't even see them.

His gaze was on only one person, the progress.

Progress was marked by pain and shame. He didn't expect Damho to punch him in the face without notice.

He tried to rush to Damho. At that moment, however, the wall and gaze faced forward.

Burr!

My whole body is fluffy.

‘If you strike, you die. ’

I thought so.

Then he recalls the fact that Damho had slaughtered the golden lions and bloodhounds that they had so classified.

It meant that those who were here could not be assured of a battle even if they cooperated.

He provoked himself towards such a presence. I was glad I didn't lose my life.

Pride has fallen to the ground, and shame has been pushed like a puddle. But I couldn't move.

The man who moves now is definitely dead.

It wasn't just a hunch, it was conviction. So I couldn't move.

Damho opened his mouth as he looked at the progress.

“Listen to me one more time. I'll rip your head off then. ”

“Argh!”

Progress shrugs like a grown-up without even knowing it.

Although the honour of the Jingyeong and Jongnam fell on the ground, those who saw the sight could not laugh. Because the reality he was in wasn't like anyone else's.

Damho raised his body.

The eyes of countless people looking at him.

There was a light of contempt in the eyes of some, and a light of fear in the eyes of others.

What is certain is that very few eyes are favorable to him.

At least the silver petition, the supernova, and the dew moon are just sending a favorable glance to Damho.

Damhoe looked at the missionary.

At that moment, the missionary actress flinched.

After seeing Jingyeong, the elder of the Jongnam family, was struck with two eyes.

He didn't have any sense.

Neither being from the volcano nor being the allocator of the stronghold could have tied him up.

At least, if there is one possibility, the Lady of Damho is the only true one. However, the current Jinn has shown little in the last decade.

At the present time, there was no way to enforce the discourse. As long as you don't bow yourself.

At that moment, Damho declared:

“My name is Damho. I'm the one walking alone. I am a free man who does not belong to any doorway. ”

His voice echoes loudly at the evil checkpoint.