Volcanic Sphere

Jinmu-young's body was stuck upside down on the floor. Everyone anticipated the terrible catastrophe that broke the head of the faction. The earthquake of Damho was so overwhelming.

However, unlike everyone's expectation, Jin Jin Myung did not break his head, nor was he suffocated. His head was hit because it was someone's chest, not the earth.

“Cool!”

The man who threw up blood with a loud breath on the floor was a supernova. He took it from his chest as soon as his head hit the ground.

Thanks to this, Jin Moo-young's head was prevented from rupturing, but he also suffered a massive shock to his chest, causing his viscera to shake.

Damho's eyes shake for the first time.

“Why?"

“Argh! I..... need this battlefield. ”

“Glen!”

“Phew..... I'm not sure. If he dies..... the party will fall out of this war. Then you'll never be outnumbered. So you can't kill Mu-young for Kang Ho. ”

I was shocked instead when Jin Moo-young was attacked. Even in the pain of dismantling the whole body, Jin Moo-young desperately struggled.

Not for Jinmu-young. It was only for the sake of strength. The appearance of such a supernova made everyone obsessed. It also made the madness that dominated the gut disappear.

Many were ashamed of the appearance of the supernova and bowed their heads. Even the Gumura Dragon.

“Glen.”

“Cool! Please. ”

Once again, while vomiting blood, he eagerly looked at the wall. Damho retreated without saying a word.

He was the only one who was worthy of being his friend. When everyone looked at themselves with a gaze of fear, only supernova approached without hesitation.

He even asked me to throw out a letter. Even though Damho is cold-blooded with no blood or tears, I could not refuse even the request of such a friend.

Instead, Damho's gaze turned to Jin Moo Young.

With the intervention of the supernova, the warrior who saved his life barely dared to face the wall and bowed his head. Then his shoulders trembled.

It was not distinguishable whether it was anger or shame. None of the people here dared to laugh at such a camp.

Jin Moo Young was not weak. The dam was too strong.

Then people recalled that Damhoe had killed Siphthalmus Xhosheon, a member of the Seven Horsemen.

‘The author is not human. ’

‘Th…… water. ’

Their gaze upon the dam reminded them of a horror they could not hide.

Everyone is afraid of the unknown. Fear began to grow if unknown beings were enemies or allies, and if they were certainly indistinguishable.

The psychological state of the crowd here is the same. It was impossible to distinguish whether the unknown is an enemy or an ally. He acted accordingly and attacked without hesitation, even on the same side.

How can we believe in such a discourse and fight together?

If you're on the same side, you're more reliable than anyone else, but can you really think of the wall as the same side? The soldiers thought it wasn't. However, the failure to say anything was due to the fear of the wall.

Damho felt the flow of emotions fluctuating at the base of the crowd. Damho turned his back without saying anything anymore. I had no reason to be here.

The unarmed left their seats in amazement. The road was opened in front of the dam.

Damho walked between them. Soon his appearance disappeared.

“Phew!”

“Hua!”

Then a new voice burst out that was suppressed everywhere.

Damho returned to the annex.

“Are you here?”

I greeted him with a clear smile. She was unaware of what was still happening on the battlefield.

“Master?”

“It's a smooth detoxification. I think I could wake up sooner than I thought. ”

“Can you move? ”

“Why?”

“I'm leaving Soju. ”

“What happened? ”

“ ……. ”

“If you're riding a wagon, you won't have a problem moving. ”

“Then let's do it. ”

“Really?”

Jong-yeon's eyes widened.

“Yes!”

“Where are you going? ”

“Far away…… to a place where you can treat Master comfortably. ”

Damho's gaze turned toward the current Jinn.

The face of the current Jinn in a coma seemed peaceful. Damho looked at Jinn's face for a long time.

* * *

What happened that day in the Great Hall spread throughout the Metallurgical Soccer Branch. The unaccompanied members of the Giant Moon Party somehow tried to hide their teeth, but their mouths were not all heavy.

It is known that abusive behaviour disregarded cynics, resulting in conflicts with the supernova. Many condemned abuse.

If abusiveness beats supernova, things may have changed. But his reputation fell to the ground as he was defeated by the supernova.

The Choun-young, who has always been rated lower than the Gumoo Dragon, was re-evaluated for this opportunity. People have now assessed that supernova may have a power comparable to that of a Gumoo Dragon, or perhaps more.

Due to the nature of the sequencing enthusiasts, it was originally necessary for the supernova to push out the abuse and listen to the Gumoo Dragon. Nevertheless, the strongmen did not do so because the reputation of Gumurong fell to the ground.

In the meantime, a faction called the Gumurong throne was crushed by Damho, and Gumurong was unable to raise his head when it became known that abusiveness disregarded cynics.

Of course, it will be forgotten after a while, but at this point, the three-year gaze on the Gumura Dragon was not very good.

It was the brains of the Mourim Blind who were particularly troubled by this incident. Because of this, rumors spread that the Mourim Blind discriminates against giants, cynics, and rumors.

The rumors were fatal at a time when it was difficult to guarantee a battle even if one gathered the capabilities of Kangho. Because of this, the cerebral ministers decided to treat the cynics and the rumored unaccompanied as well as the Old Moon or the Orthodox.

As a blind man, it was a decision that was inevitable.

The presence of Damhoe is now a great burden for the Mourim. It wasn't just because I destroyed the Silk Faction. His presence was so great that he could not see.

I didn't know when this would happen again. It will also be difficult to appraise, and the body of the blind will fall to the ground again.

The power of the dam was unfortunate, but it was too burdensome to just carry. It became such a hot potato.

A crowd came to the villa first.

Some of the branch chiefs were courtiers, and some were familiar facial teachers. And there were some unruly people.

“Oh..... if it's Randy. ”

He who opened his mouth hard first was also familiar with the wall.

Cheonghur Jin, the elder of the Muang Party.

His gaze on the wall contained a complex emotion that he could not express.

Jin Moo-young, the first writer in a hundred years of shamanship, was completely broken by Damhoe.

Qinghee Jinn and the Muang faction were furious about the defeat of the faction. But after hearing all the circumstances, shame preceded anger.

It was revealed that the hoped-for policies of the Mujahideen were trying to incite the militants to expel the Taliban.

The other masters of the Wudang Party thought it could be, but the idea of Qinghuang Jin was different. I felt indebted to Damho, but when this happened, my heart was filled with frustration.

It was not that I didn't understand Jin Moo-young's mind. But not like this.

I should have demanded it justifiably if I wanted to get rid of Damho. It's not about inciting the military.

Cheonghur Jinn's eyes crossed.

I wanted to apologize because I felt like it. But I couldn't. He was an elder of the Mujahideen, not just a single individual. It was necessary to think first of all about the honour of the ruling party.

The other elders, apart from him, were furious with Damho. For them, the honour of the ruling party prevailed over the truth of the case.

They were repulsing that they could not be with Damho. As long as he's there, he can't send the shamans.

“Phew!”

His sighs contained that much meaning. But I couldn't help but sigh.

He made his point.

“You know, the Sacred Heart Branch is not in a good mood. ”

“So?”

“... Please leave this place. ”

In the words of Qinghuang Jin, the eyes of Damho narrowed. Cheonghur Jin said, avoiding the eyes of such a wall.

“If you don't leave, the shaman will take the power out of the limelight. ”

“ ……. ”

“I'm sorry.”

It was time for the voice of Qinghuang Jinn to tremble.

“You're going to take out the power of the shaman? Tell him to.”

A visit was held with a cold voice like an ice field. And someone walks in loud.

“Prefect...... Sword Jinn? ”

The faces of the cerebral ministers, including the Cheonghur Jinn, have changed.

The one who came into the room was the real man of the volcano. The volcanic sword never weighed heavily on the Mujahideen.

The nobleman looked at the true man and said,

“What do you mean? ”

“Aren't you threatening to take out the power of the Mujahideen if you don't leave now? Tell them to. The Volcanoes will fill their seats. ”

“A tongue, a real biopsy? ”

I'm tired of the bluish complexion in my hands.

The real man was an unmanned man representing the volcano. Neither his reputation nor his weight was ever pushed against the Mujahideen and the Qinghuang Jinn.

It was not only the nobility of silk that made it difficult for the true man to come out unexpectedly. Cheonghur Jin was also forced to struggle.

In fact, it was never easy for the Mujahideen to take power out of the Mulimblin because of the dam hoe. It is because it is clear that the Mujahideen will be condemned.

Nevertheless, it was because there was no place to retreat as a shaman.

The True One stares at the Blue One.

“You're disappointed, Cheonghua. You're threatening to cut the power of the Mujahideen for that? ”

“Myriad!”

“Even when the old pagans invaded, you did. I fell behind with an excuse. So we could keep the power intact. ”

“That's..... ”

The words of the blue-hearted Jinn are blocked by the reading of the Wise Man. The words of the truthful man were like stabbing the backbone of a shaman.

That old shaman had stepped back from the war against the pagans. It was the volcanoes that filled the place, and the volcanoes were almost extinct.

Of course, there was a hidden circumstance in it, but that did not mean that the guilt of the Mujahideen would disappear.

“You cowardly shaman, get out. The volcanoes are also going to be a place for horseshoes and rooftops. ”

“True man, calm down. ”

“Do I look calm? I persecute people for no reason. ”

The faces of the Jinn and the Cerebrae were full of embarrassing colors. The dams and volcanoes they agreed to know were the same as the others. Rather, it was between the stranger and the stranger. So I thought I'd never step forward. The eyes of the truthful man who looked at the wall were filled with warmth.

Those who did not know what was going on between the Damho and the True Witch were forced to panic.

“I've heard stories, too. Aren't you ashamed? The publication of prestigious shamans incites the military to do so. ”

“It happened……. ”

“Shut up, what are you going to do? Are you still threatening to take out the Mujahideen? ”

The eyes of the True One are shining brightly.

The eyes of the True Witch who crossed the wall were so clear and clean that they could not stand the blueprints. In response, Cheonghur Jin assumed that there was a postponement from the real man.

"The real man jumped over the wall? ’

Cheonghur Jinn was also the master of the level quarrel in the Dance Party, so he was able to recognize the achievements of the True One.

The current true man was different from yesterday's true man. I can't guarantee that Cheonghur Jin will die. It was also a burden for the Wudang and Cheonghur factions to defeat such a swordsman and a volcano.

It was time for Qinghuang Jin to be so tough.

“I'm good.”

The sound of damho resounded indoors.

Everyone's gaze naturally turned toward the wall. Among them was the gaze of the true man.

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“I'm leaving here. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? If it's because of their intimidation, it can't be. ”

“Do you think I care about their threats? ”

“So?”

Damho rose from his seat.

“This isn't just my battlefield. ”