Volcanic Sphere

122 Ch. 8. The wings of a butterfly make a storm (1)

The damho and the dustbin went out into the crowd.

Because of the events of the night, Kwon Chong Hyeon was turned upside down. People shunned the outing, and the teachers of the Old Testament were scattered all over the street.

The teachers grabbed hold of the checkpoint if anyone had any doubts at all. Fortunately, no one comes to Damho or to the Dust.

The Iron Curtain Jin ordered the disciples of the Old Testament never to approach Damho. So the disciples of the Old Testament never came near the wall.

Progress nods at the hot gaze felt in the sonar. Following the damho, I got used to it a lot now, but it was still a burden.

"I don't know if I'm going to be a celebrity, do I? ’

I looked at the wall with a slight glance.

Damho was still speechlessly driving black ears. He didn't have any emotions in his face.

If they were ordinary people, it would have been a big deal to clash with the Old Testament, but I didn't think it was a big deal for Damho.

‘You're going crazy, too. ’

The progress slightly shakes his head.

I never had a flat journey with Damho. But I didn't want to break up with him.

“Hehe!”

A little laughter spilled from the progress.

Fortunately, Damho did not seem to have seen such progress. I just quietly pushed my black ear forward.

How many horses did he drive like that? The two arrived at the gateway from Tongwon Prefecture to the outside.

Nearly a hundred teachers were gathered in the temple. The apostles from the Old Gate are occupying the gateway through the outside.

They were thoroughly examining those trying to get out of the coffin. Especially women of all ages searched more thoroughly.

As the damnation and the advancement approached, the glances of the apostles turned towards him in unison.

One was a black unattended man on a black horse, the other a painstaking boy with a big botload.

It was a conspicuous combination everywhere. But none of the teachers of the Old Testament approached.

Here too, the orders of the Iron Tube Jinn are being fulfilled faithfully.

Don't approach, don't stop.

That was the order of the Iron Tube Jinn.

It was time for Damho and Jin to pass through them and get out of the prefecture. Two teachers rushed to this place with power.

“I found the witch. ”

“I found witches here, outside of dozens of lees. ”

The apostles, who were waiting in the temple for their cry, rushed to Urr. The palace was instantly frozen, and thanks to it, Damho and Jingbo were able to make a peace of mind.

I asked if there had been any progress.

“Did she really hurt the doorman of the Old Gate? ”

“I'm afraid so. ”

“How do you know? ”

“If you learn nothing, you will know. ”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

In the words of Damhoe, progress made an impression. The progress I had been thinking about for a while finally opened my mouth again.

“Brother, I want to learn to fly. ”

After the unexpected words, Damho turned his head and looked at the progress.

Dust was looking more serious. It has been a long time since progress has been so serious.

“You want to learn nothing? ”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to be strong? ”

“No.”

Progress shakes his head.

“So?”

“I want to save people. ”

“ ……. ”

“When you learn to fly, you can build an inner ball. I was just wondering if I could really use that inner space to energize the food. ”

In the eyes of Damhoe, Lee came to mind.

“Why did you think that? ”

“I realized that one day, Inner space is a mystery. It makes you strong like your brother, it makes you exceed your human limits. If we use that energy to make food, then surely we can benefit people. ”

“I see.”

“Can you teach me how to fly? ”

“No!”

“Can't I? ”

“It's not that you shouldn't, it's that I shouldn't. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“My helplessness is the helplessness to destroy. It doesn't suit you at all. ”

For the people of the world, the dark penal code known as the monogamy is the only one that can be learned. Living and poisoning are essential to learn monogamy.

There was no such life in the dustbin. Ordinary people like the Progressive Democracy are dead. I couldn't learn the monogamy even if I woke up.

“So, is it okay to learn another anarchy? ”

“Every man has his hands full. Somewhere, there must be a martial art that suits you. ”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Can I get used to that kind of nudity? ”

“Absolutely.”

The damho reaches out his big hand and clutches his head to the dust. Then progress made a pleasant smile.

Damho was briefly submerged in thought.

His brother was no longer the only one who happened to be accompanied by a relationship in the Shin River.

Unlike the man who killed so many people, the dust somehow only makes people happy with food.

Now the heart of the wanderer who tried to make a good food for the human body beyond the delicious food left a small resonance in the heart of the wall.

“I will surely find you a perfect match. ”

“Thank you, brother. ”

Jingyeo was really pleased.

Damho was the one who must do it. I've never seen him break a promise.

One day, Dam Ho will surely get him the right ball. Because I promised.

Jingyeo quickly fell into the imagination of learning nothing.

Damho saw such progress and thought.

‘Progress is a perfect match for the energy of misfortune. ’

There were not so many of them in the world. But it will not be impossible to find it.

I knew that a human being could do quite a lot of things by concentrating on one thing with determination.

Damho was also a person who grew up like that.

First, you will be able to give others a safer path because you have taken a hard path.

It was then.

Damho woke up from his meditation and looked forward. Because the intense scent of blood from the wind provoked olfactory sensation.

It was a deep goal in his glance. Bloodthirsty was worse than I thought.

I didn't want to correlate, but the problem is that the blood flow is coming from where they're going.

“Brother?”

I woke up to the idea that I was also in charge of Fiberin.

I walked around with Damho, and now I'm sensitive to toxic dust in Phoebirin. Perhaps his sense of smell was more developed than the dizzy masters.

The more I walked through the temple, the stronger my blood was. And after a while, they were able to see the substance of their blood with two eyes.

“This?”

Numerous bodies were laid bare in the sewers. They wore taps and conduits.

“You must be the masters of the Old Testament? ”

In the words of progress, Damho nodded.

They all died neatly by the sword. I probably didn't feel much pain until the moment I died.

It's pathological. It was clean enough to want to be screened.

Numerous people were dead, but Damho was not very impressed. But the dust was different.

Damho was at least relieved to be by his side, but the fact that there was a firecracker going on nearby was enough to make him shrink.

Jingbo drove his horse with a twitch of elongation.

On the other hand, there was no emotion on the face of the wall. because whatever was going on around him had nothing to do with him.

But the world's work did not necessarily turn out to be the heart of the Wall. I saw the teachers of the Old Testament and the cotton woman fighting before I went on for more than a decade.

“Argh!”

“Cheer up a little more. ”

The masters of the Old Gate were fighting with the sound of a whale. But the cotton lady facing them was as firm as an iron wall.

The cotton lady was the penis.

The teachers of the Old Testament were running like bad luck, but the penis was not feeling very threatened.

The teachers of the Old Testament were certainly strong. But it was only a general level of strength. Their swords did not contain the will of the scribe.

Her ram was not shallow enough to be struck by a sword that did not necessarily contain the will to kill her opponent.

The place where she was born and raised was the land of medicine.

It was a hell of a place where the weak became sin and survived by their own power.

She was also the woman who was born at the bottom of the penis and climbed to her present position.

Her mind and helplessness were not weak enough to feel a threat to the unarmed at the Old Testament. Instead, I was only feeling a little burdened by the fact that I had to kill them all.

“Witch!”

The Iron Tube Jinman burst into flames as he looked at the penis.

Seeing the uncontrollable light in his eyes, his penis shook his head slightly.

His anger understands.

But anger should not burst into vain.

Preserving power when you encounter an enemy you can't handle is also a way of revenge. He who is blind to anger and drives all his hands into the pit of death could never be a good leader.

Blame it!

The penis is stuck in the ground.

Her new body, soaring high in the air, plunges down like a shot in either direction within seconds. It was where the Iron Tube Jinn was.

“Who knows how to stand down? Yiyaaah!”

The Iron Tube Jin opens her eyes and reveals the strongest beginnings she can open.

Shhh!

The sword that emanates from his sword spreads like the flesh of a bouchat. Predict the direction of the penis to be avoided and seal it.

Even though the sword flew right in front of my nose, I didn't forget my penis.

The penis twists its waist in the air. Then her whole body went back, drawing an unpredictable curve.

Fangs!

The sword in her hand bounced out.

The sword of the penis did not have the same energy as the sword. But the Iron Tube Jinn, facing her sword, felt a tremendous force that could not be protested.

“Witch, you..... ”

Spam!

At that moment everything was cut off.

A sword made by the Iron Tube Jinn, and his chest.

Fit!

Blood splattered. Not that much. But it was enough to cut the heartbeat of the Iron Tube Jinn and cut off the breath.

The Iron Tube Jinman looms through the void with a hand that misses the sword. But that too, within a moment, his body collapsed like a sandcastle.

“Elder!”

The teachers of the Old Testament came running like crazy. Their eyes were fluttering, and their breasts were boiling with rage.

I felt their anger. But that was all.

Rage, which is not accompanied by power, only encroaches upon itself.

Under no circumstances should the head be cold, and should know how to suppress heartbeat.

Shhh!

Her sword successively chopped the air. And at least the teachers of the Old Testament who were alive lost their lives.

It was a terrible swordsmanship.

I've never seen such a scary sword before.

Everything in the penis was resected to the limit.

From one movement of spreading the sword to the sound of breath. Everything was extremely understated and of extreme efficiency.

“Shush! Witch..... ”

One of the teachers, who has not yet suffocated, stares at the penis with a frightening glance. But that too, within a moment, the energy of life disappeared with the focus in his eyes.

“Phew!”

Then my penis sighed and grabbed my sword.

I felt two strange eyes in her eyes.

I saw two men riding horses in the eyes of the penis, the wall and the progress.

“Did you come after me, too? ”

Like a young ice field in her voice, the cold energy flickers the progress.

But Damho looked at her carefully instead of answering.

The penis twinkled in the eyes of such a wall. It was as if he had a strong eye to pierce through everything.

His lips were opened.

“It was you.”