Volcanic Sphere

The supernova was still frozen.

His face, where laughter did not always disappear, had only a stiff smile.

“Haha!”

His lips were rubbed and an awkward smile gushed out. Then the middle-aged man standing in front of him frowned slightly.

“Is that funny?”

“No.”

He bowed his head with an answer.

There was nothing to be afraid of under heaven, but only one. The man in front of me was an exception.

He was a middle-aged man with no ordinary corners, as if he had built a house with the hair of a bone-setter, a rag cloth that looked like he had been weathered a hundred times, and a big skirt on his waist.

Most impressive of all was his two eyes, which were covered in bonanza feet.

Despite his middle-aged age, his eyes were full of plucking and confidence. I don't know why, but I looked much younger than I was.

The man's name is Zhang Ilsan.

He was a man who had been greatly inspired by the great star, the Chammachin.

He was a centurion master, master of the world war, and master of the supernova.

There was nothing scary in the world, but I couldn't open my mouth as much as in front of Master Zhang Il.

Mt. Zhang Il looked at the supernova with a pathetic face. His eyes were heavy and he lowered his head and avoided it.

“Tsk! Yeah, let's hear it. So the horse is your friend? ”

“Yes!”

“The one who was publicly identified by the Mourimblinds is a friend? ”

“Yes!”

“Huh, really! ”

Zhang Il Mountain frowned on the face of an audacious answering supernova.

“I gave the order to track down the pagan, and I can't believe I'm friends with Mine. ”

“That's how it happened. ”

“Son of a bitch! ”

“I'm sorry."

“All right. What else can you tell me you're already a friend? But just remember this one thing. Once you've given your heart, do your best to intersect. Never regret it. ”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

A smile came to mind at the mouth of the supernova. Then Zhang Ilsan grabbed his head with a large fist.

Kung!

“Ahhh! Master, what if my head gets worse? ”

“Do you have a head that could get worse? ”

“Argh!”

The face of the supernova is crumpled like a belly button.

Mt. Zhang Il snorted as he looked at the face of the supernova. But it also disappeared from his face within a moment.

Then I erased the pranks and looked at Master.

Until now, if it had been an entertainment enjoying the afterlife of Master and disciples, it was time to have a public conversation.

“I'll be busy from now on. ”

“I know. ”

“There's so much you need to do. ”

“I'm bewildered. ”

Zhejiang Ilsan's eyes sparkled sharply.

“The pagan is strong. ”

“Yes!”

“They are stronger than you can imagine. Thirty years ago, you were lucky enough to defeat them, but don't expect that luck to follow you now. ”

The voice of Mt. Zhang Il contained even a few words.

Having become a master of daily life, I felt relieved, but Zhang Il San was passionate about training without spending a single day in vain.

It was because of the belief that one day the pagan would come out again.

“Now that the devil has reappeared, he will surely fall into chaos. Many will die and be injured. ”

“But didn't you defeat him thirty years ago? We'll be able to defeat them again. ”

“I was just lucky then. ”

“Yes?”

A light of suspicion appeared on the face of the supernova.

It was Zhang Il Mountain, which was on the first line in the war against paganism thirty years ago. He shed more blood than anyone else, and slaughtered countless demons.

In his province, there was no bloody day, and every day there was a fierce fight.

Even the star that got it.

The moonshine made by the unarmed who followed him was now a white specialist.

It did not make any sense for Zhang Il San to be so afraid of paganism.

When I think about it, Mt. Zhang Il always did.

I always feared and tried to hold back the pagan religion. At some point, the degrees were too high. Superneun often questioned the appearance of Zhang Il Mountain.

The master he knew was a man no one should be afraid of.

Mt. Zhang Il grabbed the shoulder of the supernova with both hands.

“Glen.”

“Yes, Master. ”

“You need to be stronger. ”

“Yes?”

“We must be stronger and defend the battlefield. ”

“Got it.”

The supernova nods with all his might.

Mt. Zhang Il turned around and muttered.

“It would be nice if the apostle could help me again..... ”

“An apostle?”

He nodded at the first words he heard in his life. But Zhang Il Mountain was already out the door.

Supernova raises his head.

“Who's the messenger? ”

* * *

Zec!

The large trunk of a cow slaughtered before the eyes of the Progressive Democrats was being dismantled. The progress report examined the appearance of cattle sliced out of the ground for good eating.

The sight of catching live cattle and pigs was shocking. But that didn't stop me from being curious about the dishes of progress.

Dust nodded as she looked at the decommissioned meat by site.

“That's how your ankles do it. That's right! Turn like that, and if you cut the tendon, you can easily chop the bone. ”

Nearby, the greenery burst into laughter as they marvelled alone and put on their choreography.

“Haha! Is catching cattle so amazing? ”

“Hehe! I like to cook. ”

“So how's cooking? ”

“A little.”

“Yes?”

The eyes of the greenhorn who spoke sparkled.

The dustbin was still carrying a bowl of sweets on its back. It looked ridiculous, but on the other hand, it seemed serious.

“Hey!”

The ruster suddenly called his coworker who was grabbing the cow.

“Why?"

“Give him a knife. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“I think this fat guy wants to learn to chop and trim meat. ”

“What do you learn to do that? ”

“Give me a knife instead of a horse. It's not that hard. ”

“Got it.”

A middle-aged man who was grabbing meat on a tarp of friendship nodded.

“Come here, fatso. ”

“Yes!”

The progress ran counter-colored.

“Tsk! Is it that exciting? What's good about cutting meat? ”

The grinders who were watching him shake their heads. But the dustbin asked without hesitation.

“What do we do? ”

“Let's start by dismantling the trunk. Lift up this big knife. ”

“Yes!”

Progress has taken a broad lead.

One day, however, I saw how well I was grinding.

“Be careful. You can cut your finger off if you handle it wrong. ”

“Yep!”

“Once you've stabbed the knife in the chest bone. Then turn around a little like this.... ”

The bull was driven by the man who slaughtered the cow.

Swoop! Swoop!

The sound of the meat being cut off echoes softly.

“That's right! Cut the tendon there. ”

“Like this?”

“Yes! Then turn it around and put it in between the bones. After that, if you give me strength..... ”

Tung!

One of the ribs that supported the cow's rib cage bounced out.

“Yes! Good job. ”

Progress smiled at the man's praise.

Zec!

Every time I moved the lead, the meat dismantled nicely before eating by site.

“That's it, you idiot. It sticks to the inside of the ribs, making it soft and tasty. Remember that. ”

“Yes!”

“Then I'm careful. You need to be careful because the knife doesn't work. ”

“Don't worry. ”

“Yes, that's how you stab a knife and move your spine. Carefully……. ”

The dustbin nods and concentrates on the spirit of the sword.

Zec! Zec!

His whole body was quickly soaked in sweat.

Disassembling large cows was never easy. My hands trembled, my breathing stopped.

But the dust hasn't stopped taking the lead.

One day, a bright smile popped into his mouth. The greenery of such progress was chattering.

“Look at him. Is it that good to cut bacon? ”

“Yes! You're smiling. ”

Whether they roar or not, the dust concentrates on the nerves at their fingertips and cuts the meat.

Empty!

When he finally took the initiative, a large cow was cut to pieces.

It was dismantled by its own power.

“Huw!”

He steals sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

His whole body was green and hard to stand, but his chest was full of accomplishments.

“Well done. Well done. ”

The man who taught the Progress how to cut meat knocked on his shoulder.

“Hehe!”

“You know, he did. ”

“Do you even cook? ”

“Anacs cook. ”

Anacs, who were scarcely waiting near the end of his speech, packed the finely chopped meat in a basket.

“Why, do you want to cook? ”

“Yes!”

“I knew it. Follow those women. ”

“Can I? ”

“Aren't you going to follow me when I'm dry? ”

“Hehe!”

“Go! I'm not going to oppose that because I saw how you handle meat. ”

“Thank you.”

“No thanks whatsoever. ”

“Thanks to good skills, I learned. I'll use it well without forgetting. ”

“Well, that's a great skill. Let's go. ”

“Yes!”

He bowed his head to the man and followed the Anacs.

His heart was pounding.

‘Hehe! What kind of dish do we make in the Sanctuary? ’

The fact that I could learn a new recipe made me happy.

“Come with me. ”

“Hohoho!”

Anacs burst into laughter, encircling the progress of the battle.

The greenery murmured at him.

“Is it that good? ”

“That's it. ”

“I'm looking forward to it, by the way. I don't know what else to cook in the evening. ”

It was when people laughed and buzzed.

Suddenly, a bird flew over the Sanctuary.

“Uh, it's a telegram. ”

It was an ex-world that flew from a village under the Sulphur Mountains.

The preacher immediately flew to the residence of the Huanggyeong Gate.