Volcanic Sphere

There were several naturally formed eastern volcanoes. Some of them were in secret places that even the volcano disciples did not know.

Zami-dong was also one of those places.

Few people knew the existence of Zami, even within the volcano. It was in such a clandestine place, and it was very important.

Autonomy was a naturally formed eastern region long ago. But after so many years, artificial elements became flamboyant.

Some held their own voices here, while others left their own.

Those traces remained on the walls of Jamaica.

There was a man sitting now in a long empty automobile.

The man's name is Honor.

He was the most promising unmanned man in the volcanic wave and a member of the Gumu Dragon.

It was only a few days ago that he returned to the volcano. Contrary to curiously venturing out the volcano, his shoulders sag back.

People were surprised that honor had returned humbly and were even more surprised that he had been defeated by Damhoe.

Honor was not just a late index. He was the hope and future of the volcano. The shock was that the talent that would lead the volcano for at least the next thirty years had been crushed under the fist of a dam.

But the one who was more shocked than anyone was the honourable party.

Soon after returning to the volcano, Myeong entered the pulmonary retreat.

Honor remembered that day with a left line.

The Blood Flower Sword sent by Master was perfect. And he cooked the blood-blooded sword to the pole.

Honor spread such a blood-blooded sword perfectly from beginning to end. It was the first time that the hematopoietic sword had been spread so perfectly since it was cooked.

But even with such a perfect blood-blooded sword, honor was thoroughly defeated. Perfectly without any excuses.

If Damho had not put the situation in his hands, he was already dead.

I was truly terrified of the confrontation.

Even so, Damhoe himself had the power to scare people so much that their teeth trembled.

Honor bites Zigsy's lips.

‘He and I are desperate. That you must kill your opponent. ’

Damho's fist is scary because it contains murder. Fighting him, Honor stubbornly realized the same.

‘How can I do that? ’

The brow of honor twitched.

The more I thought about the wall, the higher I felt it. It's like a volcano with tall, huge walls.

It was then.

“Honor.”

A loud voice dug into his ear.

Honor hurriedly turns his head. Then I saw a familiar face.

A middle-aged swordsman who emits a sharp prayer like a well-lightened sword.

“Master!”

He was the true master of honor.

Over the past twelve years, the stature of the True Witness has become sharper, creating a blade-like atmosphere that can't even breathe right in front of you.

Honor quickly bowed his head. Instead of receiving his greetings, the true man stares at him with a cold look.

“I heard the story. ”

“Master!”

“Lost?”

“I'm sorry."

“Angel..... Was he so great? ”

The voice of the truthful man was as cold as frost.

He was disappointed in the disciple who had raised him with great care.

It didn't matter how strong the wall was or how big a reputation it was.

That the disciple he raised lost to Damho.

It is only disgraceful that his reputation has fallen to the ground.

"I can't believe I just lost to a cripple. ’

He still remembered clearly the boy who cut off his legs twelve years ago.

A boy who was frontally prejudiced by his prejudices that a cripple could never grow up.

The True One beats him indiscriminately. Because it's a challenge to his belief that a crippled foot confronts his anarchy.

He never regretted the decision he had made until then. It was the same now that the disciple was defeated and returned.

He was furious.

“Tell me. Was the invisibility of the Holy Spirit so great? Enough you can't handle. ”

“He is…… strong. It's also strong, but it's creepy for the human itself. ”

“Is that enough? ”

The eyes of the rebellious true man are slightly shaken.

“I don't understand. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Why didn't you choose him as your disciple then? Why did you choose me instead of him? ”

The voice of honor was shaking.

The eyes of the true man have narrowed.

His disciples had to be complete. Only then could he keep the volcanoes behind him from the outside world.

Such a disciple was shaking.

Due to the damnation he abandoned twelve years ago.

‘How dare you!’

A slight crack passed in the middle of his hard heart.

* * *

Located in the jungle of sulfuric acid, the Palace itself was a perfect castle. Most strongholds make fences out of large trees, while others build strongholds out of large stones.

The building that appears above the citadel was not a wooden stone, it was the right foreground. It was a misuse to fit into the gross asset of greening.

“Welcome. ”

As soon as he entered the defeated palace, Bangai Yungcheong greeted them.

The appearance of Yungyeong with a smile on all sides seemed very intimate.

“Yoon Sook! ”

The Empress shook her hand as she looked at the Yungyeong.

“Haha! Here comes the Spirit. ”

Yoon Chungcheong was semi-colored.

The Empress was not simply the daughter of the Emperor's Gate. Everyone here treated her like a protégé, and she was no exception.

Hwang Hye-jeong followed, especially calling Yung Chung's uncle, and the young man was very good at it. Because of that, her appearance against the Yungworm was not so glamorous.

“Glad to have you back safely. So, was the audition fun? ”

“Fun.”

“Why?"

“I just had a lot of work to do. ”

“Yeah? Must have been a lot of work. Now that you're home, rest easy. ”

“Yes!”

The Empress nods.

Waiting for the conversation between the two of them to be over, Yeongmun said.

“Give them a place to live, too. Pay special attention to these precious people. ”

“Got it.”

When Yoon Chungcheong politely replied, suddenly, the advancement came forward.

“Can I see it next to slaughter? ”

“But why? ”

“I'm a little interested in cooking. ”

She blushed her face and said shyly. Then Yungcheong looked at the Yellow Gate. Hwang Kyungmun nodded, replacing the answer.

He pointed to the greenery on one side.

“I see. You can follow them. ”

“Thank you.”

After the progress greeted him, he ran to the people Yungcheong pointed to.

An insect's gaze was on the wall.

“The barons follow me. ”

Damho nodded and followed behind him.

Yeongmun said to the Empress, who was watching the two of them for a while.

“Follow me. I have so much to say. ”

“Yes!”

The Empress followed the Yellow Gate purely with her answer.

The eyes of the two were no longer those of a loving woman.

From now on, if you've had a private meeting with Hae Hoo, it's time to have a public conversation.

The two moved to the residence of the Emperor's Gate.

Finally, when I was alone, the expression of the Emperor's Gate changed dramatically.

“What happened? ”

I'm not asking you as a father, I'm asking you as a total of eighteen greenhouse debtors.

The Empress also told me in detail what she had experienced in sympathy and evil.

The expression of the ecclesiastical gate was noticeably stiffened when she heard everything she said.

“The Mourim Blind and the Horseman……. It's just bad news. Thankfully, we can't afford to be bothered by the devil. ”

“But one day, the Black Blind of Murim will come to us. ”

“Of course. It's been repeated a few times already. They need a scapegoat, and melting is just a prey that suits their taste. ”

The Yellow Gate raised its body.

When I opened the window, the view of the Lost King came at a glance.

His sweat and enthusiasm melted in here all his life.

It wasn't just defeat bonds. I've been trying my whole life to protect eighteen greenery bonds. As a result, he fulfilled his present consecration, but the Yellow Gate knew better how dangerous it was.

Yeongmun approached the Empress and knocked on her shoulder.

“Well done. I'm glad you didn't go to play. ”

“How long do you think I've been a child? ”

“No matter how big you are, you look like a child to your father. ”

“Cheers!”

The Empress frowned. But in the eyes of the Imperial Gate, it also seemed pretty.

“By the way, you brought a big one. ”

The Yeongmun Gate looks at the direction where the residence is located.

“Was he born with a bloody destiny? Or do you instinctively go where the blood flows? ”

His eyes went deeply silent.

Yoon Chung's residence was a small square on the inside of the defeated royal palace. It was a sordid place without any useless decorations, but it was still quite a caring trail.

The view of the Lost King is at a glance.

The shape of the castle, the layout of the foreground, and the layout of the unmanned.

Hwang Kyungmun was releasing all that to a mere stranger.

“Does that mean you're that confident? ”

The eyes of the dampho narrowed.

The Yellow Moon was quite large. And he seemed to care a lot about the Empress. I could tell by the sentimental expression on his face.

Yoon Chungcheong smiled and said:

“Rest here and call me if you need anything. If you are a guest of the Holy Spirit, you are also a precious guest to me. ”

It was Yoon Chung who was smiling brightly. There didn't seem to be a single pretence in his smile.

The distribution of smiles in front of the wall was not something anyone could have.

Damho stared at the Yungworm. Then Yoon Chungcheong retreated, avoiding his gaze.

“Then I'll go. ”

Yungcheong went out with a smile.

There was a deep goal in the glance of the wall looking at the door where he disappeared.

Then someone knocked on the door.

“Can I come in? Brother.”

The owner of the voice was the silent one.

“Come in.”

After the permission of Damho fell, the silent light entered carefully.

His back was hung with two new axes. I took out the extra axe that was in the ditch.

Otherwise, I felt even scarier when I kicked the axe. However, there was a cautious expression on the other side of silence.

“What's going on? ”

“I came to see you in case you were alone. ”

“Me?”

“If you don't mind, I'll leave. ”

Damho looked at the silent light for a moment. Silent light did not avoid his gaze.

Cough!

Silence bites Zigsy's lips. It was an unconscious act to endure the gaze of Damho.

It was a silent light that had nothing to fear in the world, but it became as strange as standing in front of the dam.

Damho asked.

“Do you like the Spirit? ”

“Yes?”

In a moment, the eyes of the silent light shook.

I was so surprised I couldn't even answer. But Damho didn't mind.

Because the silent response was the most obvious answer.

“Don't change your mind. ”

“No, of course. ”

Silent light replied in a loud voice without even knowing him.

His face ran red.

Damho looked at the face of such silence without saying a word.

Appearance was not important. What was truly important was his heart.

Silent light had a steady heart that was not shaken.

That was enough.

‘Yes! I have enough left. ’