Volcanic Sphere

“Give me the medicine. ”

Jong-yeon gave the second pill to Khwyeon.

Kwon Yeon was better than ever. But it was still dangerous.

Grab it!

Outside, there was still a fierce battle between fury and the Swordsman. An elongated sound burst and an intense wave of waves made the moor rot.

In this situation, it was almost impossible to make a living. But the horrendous focus of the closing ceremony has made it impossible.

Shh! Shh!

Zhongyeon plunged a silver needle into the entire body of Khwyeon without hesitation. It was already the second live concussion. Next to her, the silver spit, which had made her first live concussion, was rolling around in a black discoloration. The bad energy in her body discolored the silver saliva.

‘If you miss a bit of the saliva, the kite dies. Focus, Jong-yeon. ’

Jong-yeon dragged himself and let go of the needle.

In her body, the thick drops of sweat were constantly flowing.

Kwok Mountain was boiling the last potion with a glance at the appearance of such a calamity.

It was then.

Bang!

Suddenly, a wall of the brick exploded with a thunder. Subsequently, an intense breeze swept into the brick.

“Oh, no! ”

Kwok San desperately protected the brewing machine with his body. My left arm was burned in a hot fire, but I couldn't feel any pain.

Kwok San, who confirmed that the potion was okay, hurriedly looked at the end of the year.

The head and shoulders of the truffle are covered with shredded pieces of wood. She was also unsafe from the explosion.

Obviously I was surprised and shocked a lot during the closing year. But she tried to keep it evil and cold.

Kwok San called her.

“Lady!”

“I'm fine. You finish your potion. ”

“Al…… I will. ”

Kwok San desperately nodded to Zhongyeon's answer.

"Young lady!"

The anger against the Sword Kingdom stares at the end of the line with its eyes.

I saw her desperately drooling. The walls of Mook collapsed because he couldn't completely stop the Sword Kingdom's attack.

Anger desperately confronted the Sword Kingdom.

Time took his youth away from him, but instead gave him skill and experience. Anger fought with all his might, replacing the exhausted force with experience.

As a result, he was able to defeat five swordsmen. In return, he was wounded all over the body.

Deep wounds spread out like fish branches. But anger couldn't even afford to feel pain.

The Sword King's Joint returned as elaborate as a cog.

Spatula!

The Sword of the Sword Royalist touches the right arm of anger and passes.

“Argh!”

The furious face was distorted.

I didn't know if my right arm was broken. Anger instinctively realized it was time to make a critical decision.

"Young lady!"

There was no foolishness in my life.

It was the life of a beekeeper who was saved by Jong-yeon. I lived a few more years, the life I should have died in real life.

“Chaaah!”

Anger pulls up all the power that remains.

Huung!

The air grows.

The Southern Palace chant of the Sword King's troops shouted, feeling unusual.

“Be careful, everyone. ”

“It's too late. The Pulse Plaza! ”

Anger widens his palms.

Kuquaqua!

The instantaneous bloody airflow emanated from the palm of his hand.

“Hey, what's this? ”

“It's Magi Qi. ”

The Sword Kingdom guards tried to escape the power. However, more than a dozen unarmed men were swept away by the bloody tide.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

The Swordsmiths, swept away by bloody currents, scream with despair. Their bones and flesh were melting.

The Swordsman, who had barely survived the horrendous power, struck the truth.

“What does this mean? ”

I have never heard of the absence of molten bones and flesh in one intestine.

Meanwhile, the fury that spread out in the blue blood field swept through the blood on his knees. The floor and his chest were red.

‘Argh! Are you a pack? ’

A few years ago, with the help of Jong-yeon, I was unable to recover completely.

The Pagoda Plaza was an extreme demon. Even if the body is intact, it is not easy to deal with the rebound, but it unfolds in an incomplete state, and its rebound consumes the life of anger.

Anger raises his head and looks at the front.

There were still five swordsmen rebuilt. That's why I avoided the Papal Plaza because of the difference in hair loss.

Their faces were contemplative, but they were not much to move on. On the other hand, the anger was caused by the repulsive force of the Pulsar Plague, which shattered the viscera and was unable to move.

He was barely breathing with a strong inner air, but he was already dead.

The Sword King gives and receives eyes. They will also notice the state of anger.

Nam Seong-chan, the landlord, gave the order.

“Bring the two of you a virtue. ”

“Yes!”

Two Sword Kings approached the closing ceremony.

The closing ceremony was in its third lifetime. It was in the biggest gobi.

If you are disturbed by someone, the Continental Shelf becomes second to last. But the Sword Kingdom did not know that at all.

“Oh, no! ”

Kwaksan stretched out his arms and blocked their front.

His whole body was trembling like a lion. The frightened face turned blue, but I didn't allow myself to escape.

“Hm!”

But there was no reason for the Swordsman to look at his situation. They kicked Kwaksan with a snore.

“No! ”

The anger that watched him vomit blood and scream. But Kwok Mountain was already getting busted and rolling around the floor.

“Don't worry about yourself. The old man.”

The Southern Archery spear unfolds toward the fury of a thousand mines.

‘Oh, no! ’

The eyes of the closet were shaken, which was in a state of chaos.

In front of the Anger Crisis, the float broke.

Her hand, which held the silver needle, was shaking without hesitation. I couldn't exactly salivate like this.

‘I need to get a kite..... ’

Even so, I could not watch the death of my anger. For several years, Anger was her guardian and closest relative.

It was time for Jong-yeon to close her eyes.

Kwaang!

Suddenly a single stalk rang out on the battlefield, and a strong wind struck her. But I didn't feel pain.

Jong-yeon opened his eyes carefully. Then I saw the back of someone standing in front of her.

The man's back, which was all torn like a slut, was red with blood all over it.

Two unmanned men of the Sword Kingdom, who were approaching him under his feet, were rolling around in flames.

“Ah!”

The resilience flowed out of the mouth of the Apocalypse without even knowing it.

He was the damho.

He was walking towards the Southern Archery and the Swordsman.

Normally, a person would look distorted if they put their foot on it, but Damho didn't.

Twinkle!

Every time Damho takes a step, the Southern Archery and the Swordsman retreat. It was overwhelmed by the pressure of damho.

“Ugh!”

I squeezed the lips of the dam-ho and a rough breath gushed out.

“Ugh! How? ”

The Southern Archery spear stammers.

There was a light in his face that he couldn't believe.

The presence of damho means thousands are dead. And more than eighty swordsmen with him were annihilated.

Thousands have long been defenders of the Southern Palace. He was never that easy to die for.

“You..... are you human? How many of them.... ”

The face of the Southern Archery is badly contorted.

Only three of the hundred Sword Kings survived. With this kind of power, I couldn't help it. If the damnation is in normal condition.

But at first glance, the condition of the wall was not normal. A scar that was terrible enough to say that it was a miracle to move in that state dominated the whole body.

The Southern Archery spear exchanged eyes with the Swordsman.

"It's a bluff."

It concluded by considering the condition of the biliary tract, breathing, and other requirements.

"Fast!"

I couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.

Shhh!

The moment their swords cut through the air, the wall moved.

Bang!

The trunk of the dam-ho first received the breasts of the unmanned man on the left. I vomit blood as the breasts of the stranger collapse. Damho pushed the unmanned blood upside down.

“Argh!”

The Southern Archery, which had been wielding the sword for a long time, stopped momentarily. This is because it is clear that swinging the sword will cause the body of his superior to fly two sinews on his sword.

Even if it was certain that his breath had been cut off, he would be reluctant to mutilate the body of his own accomplice with his sword.

That brief hesitation parted the fate of the Southern Archery.

Damho's fist is stuck to the side of the South Bow.

Fugue!

“Huff!”

The fist was intense on the right flank, but the left flank exploded.

There was a hole in the side and the viscera blew out.

Liveness faded from the eyes of the southern archer who opened his mouth.

“Ugh! No. ”

An unarmed Swordsman who survived alone retreated behind the dance.

A hundred people came together, who survived alone.

“I beg you, I beg you... ”

I seemed to have nightmares.

‘The Sword King has been annihilated. How did this happen..... ’

Damho was approaching him.

He was still cutting his legs.

At that moment, I saw one possibility for the unmanned self to survive.

Taaah!

He blows his body back. And he did his best to do the rigging.

‘He's a cripple. You will never be able to follow me. Even if it is shameful, it must survive. We must live and inform the Bonga of his existence. ’

That was why he fled.

Hot!

At that moment someone grabbed his leg.

He was furious. He drew the last remaining power and captured the unarmed.

“Profit! Let go. ”

It was a moment when an unarmed man tried to shake his furious leg.

Shh!

Damhoe has a devastating effect.

An intense wave pushed like a tide and struck his whole body.

Wind pressure wrinkled my face. Subsequently, Damho's fist was intense on his face.

Bang!

The unmanned head burst out like a watermelon.

The body of the fallen wall twists until the last unmanned maneuver.

Furry!

Damho knelt on one knee and vomited blood. Then his face became contemplative.

It's a risky internal trauma and a lot of money.

Damho operated a dark air ball with a malignant effect.

If I lost my mind now, my life was in danger. I had to hold the mental cord to the end and heal the wound with my own strength.

Anger stares wonderfully at the discourse he tries to solve with his own power to the end.

But the young light in his eyes shrivelled rapidly. His body was already suffering a wound of irreversibility. It was a miracle that he had survived so far.

“Choosing an angel..... ”

The furious lips stopped.

I lost my breath.