Volcanic Sphere

Damho put a pill of oral poison in the mouth of the supernova and stood up. The medicinal power of the Orthodox Orthodox Church, which God's apocalypse created with great care, was truly immense and revitalized in the face of a supernova.

“Brother!”

The progress and silence that followed behind Damho quickly bled and cared for the wounds of the supernova. But no one in the bowel cared about them.

Their gaze was all over the wall, focused on only one person. The human presence was making it that way.

I wanted to take my eyes off it, but I couldn't. Even for a moment, an ominous feeling that something terrible was going to happen as soon as I took my eyes off Damho dominated their whole body.

The gaze of so many unmanned people was focused, but the Wall looked around the volcano without even giving them a glance.

The spring volcano he remembered was so beautiful. It was full of recordings, and Plums bloom all over the place, making it resilient. It was decades away, but the sight was still vivid. But the sight in front of his eyes was completely different from the memory.

The lush forests were devastated, and fires and premieres were blooming everywhere. Numerous people bled red volcanoes, and Phoeberina was eating the scent of spring plums.

I was not impressed by the volcano. I hardly had any good memories here. But his master was different. He loved volcanoes more than anyone.

The volcano that Master loved was trampled desperately by the devil, and his only friend lay moaning in the sea of blood. That made him angry.

The eyes of the dam-ho became swollen. At that moment, people nearby felt chills and trembled.

At that time, the upper limit cloth, which had been watching the wall until now, went forward.

“Is that right? ”

“ ……. ”

“I guess so. I heard you don't have much affection for volcanoes. ”

The eyes of the upper cloth glow coldly.

The whole body of Damho looks like it's been bathed in blood. It means I've killed so many people.

‘Even though I sent you to the Ascension Hall and Jinhyeongwon, you destroyed everything? ’

He admitted that he was complacent.

‘If two of the Seven Chieftains and the Blood Army were destroyed, the power of interest would be the General of the Armed Forces, the Whistleblower, or more..... ’

There was a disturbance in the eyes of the upper limit cloth.

The commander of the army was also called the strongest unarmed in the pagan world. If you consider that the Black and White Lion, who can be called both wings of the Orthodox Church, has little extraneous activity, it possesses the greatest power and equivalent power of practical paganism.

“I don't know how a stranger like you got out of the volcano. It's too gruesome for the Mourimblinds to embrace. So they have to be burdened too. ”

The upper cloth reaches out. Damho glanced at his hand. Then he smiled at the mouth of the upper cloth.

“The volcano is too narrow for you to stay. As long as he's here, he can never embrace you. I'd rather come to headquarters. Until now, the damage suffered by you will be unprecedented, so please open your eyes in the main school. ”

His voice fainted, but it sounded as strange as his ears.

As soon as I heard the voice of the Upper Shelf, many thought that the wall would follow him. There was no reason. I just had that feeling.

Damho looks at his hands as the slick upper cloth looks out.

Smooth, white hands with no stiffness. When I simply laid my hands on it, it was safe to say that it was a woman's island corn.

All sorts of rich films follow if the upper shelf holds my hand. Everyone here knew that.

It was time for everyone to swallow the dry saliva and look alternately at the wall and the upper limit cloth.

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of the brain sounded in the dry sky.

“Argh!”

The upper cloth was retreating as it shivered. His hair, which was neat, was scattered with sporadic hair, and the bloodline disappeared from his face.

A corpse appeared before the eyes of the upper limit cloth. He was always an unarmed man in the military department who escorted him.

They were watching the movements of the courtesy of the Wall beside the Upper Shelf. The moment the dam moved, they threw themselves in front of the upper shelf.

Thanks to this, the Upper Shelf only saved lives, but the unharmed who threw themselves to the ground were rolling around in misery.

“Crazy!”

The upper cloth trembled.

I heard that he was a madman who didn't have any conversation, but I didn't expect him to attack him.

The attack on Damho was not the end there.

Pot!

The replenishment was unfolded.

At the end of the shortest distance between the point and the point, there was a capping cloth.

The goal of the dam was the head of the upper cloth. The shattering of the wall unfolded toward his head.

An instantaneous glow of horror appeared in the face of the upper cloth. Other unarmed men from the military came running to save him, but he couldn't be faster than Damho.

Jeez!

“Argh!”

At that moment, a frustrating new voice came out.

The upper limit is not dead. It was because a white spirit was blocking his front one day.

White hair and brows. Even the eyes and skin are weak. So he was an unrealistic looking man.

The man who stopped Damho's fist in place of the upper cloth was a nightmare. He never usually appeared in front of people, but he broke the rule of law in the Upper Cayman crisis and revealed himself.

A blood clot appeared in the mouth of a dream. He was injured in only one battle.

Geeing!

At that moment, the dam-ho's leg draws a strange curve and falls over the head of the daydream.

Kwaaang!

“Huff!”

The nightmare bounces out with blood vomiting. I avoided my head because of the difference in hair, but I had a shoulder.

The left shoulder was dislocated and rattling.

“Crazy bastard!”

“Stop!"

Then, the pagans regained consciousness and attacked Damho.

Quabang!

The sound of elongation burst. And the pagans became blood loaves and flew away. Because of that, the nightmare had some time to breathe.

The nightmare quickly grabbed the dislocated shoulder and retreated to the side of the upper cloth.

“Are you all right?”

“Thanks to you.”

The upper limit is evil.

It was an upper cloth that was usually famous for not revealing emotions. But now his face was exposed without filtration, with confusion and subtle horror. It was a show of how surprised he was.

My heart was still pounding. That much attack was beyond his imagination.

“Dam…… No. Must be killed. No matter what sacrifice you make. ”

Even though it was a single moment, he saw his death in the fist of a wall.

Although death and life intersected, it was the upper limit of everyday life in the daily pagan world, I had never experienced such a cruel moment. So the psychological shock he felt was even greater.

The gaze of the upper Korean sky turned to yellow and decisive.

Apart from the nightmares, the most powerful of the volcanoeists were the two. One was a Cantonese, and the other was a member of the Seven Horsemen.

Two people who are proud that there is nothing to be afraid of under heaven have now become tense and powerful. That is how shocking the image of the wall was.

The upper shelf gave them orders.

“You must kill the author today. At any cost. ”

In the sacrifice he spoke of, there was also a yellowish and decisive image. Knowing that, the faces of the two men hardened.

“Khh! Somehow it was easy. ”

“Volcanoes were a bunch of idiots. I can't help but give up on monsters like that. ”

The two murmured and moved to the battlefield.

There was a large waterfront around the dam. Numerous bodies were laid bare on the floor of the stadium. More than fifty bodies, at any rate. In the meantime, he was a pagan martyr killed by Damho.

A dark light of horror flashed upon the faces of the pagans. They were not afraid of death for the sake of the devil, but the sight before their eyes was so wretched.

There was not a single deceased and intact body in Damho. A body with a chest burst or a split head that bleeds with an gray cerebral cord makes the eye's chest look scary.

Death is fair to everyone, but I didn't want to die like that. That's how terror grew in everyone's hearts.

On the other hand, it was a single stalk of hope for the undead of the collapsed volcanoes. Among other things, the feelings felt by Martial Arts, a disciple of the volcanic wave, had to be more distinctive.

“A thousand…… Sir. ”

It was Damho who had left him in Thousand Bestial Prison.

He comforted himself that he had given up only one person to save the other disciples, but it always felt like there was a huge rock in his heart.

When Damho was in the volcano, he took care of the damho better than anyone else. I felt sorry for the damsel who dug up the bridge and, most of all, was able to establish the hypocrisy of being the Great Master of the Volcano.

“Haha! The Great One of the Volcanoes is helpless, but the child I abandoned has become the light of the volcano. ”

The dancer stumbles and suddenly spills blood.

“Death penalty!”

“Ambassador!”

A nearby runner came running.

Ungyeong hastily asked.

“Death penalty, fine……. ”

The complexion of Moongyeong, who had checked the wounds of Martial Arts, hardened. In the abdomen of Martial Arts, there was only one hole in the child's fist, and the viscera was flowing out.

It was a serious injury that could not be cured even if Darafresh came. It was remarkable that he had been standing there with such a severe injury.

Martial arts looks up at you with difficulty.

“Th…… my. ”

“Don't tell me. Wounds occur. Please wait. I'll be right back. ”

“Hhh! Who can live with these wounds? ”

“Death penalty?”

“Don't try to save me. Because I know my wounds better. ”

“Argh!”

The eyes of Ungyeong were filled with tears.

It was colder than usual, but I couldn't help but shed tears in front of the wretched volcanoes and martial arts.

In the arms of Ungyeong, Martial Arts spoke powerlessly.

“Master died, and most of the elders lost their lives. ”

Most importantly, the biggest loss is the loss of life of the true swordsman, the volcano sword.

“The volcano has lost its centre of gravity and strength. Fortunately, even if we defeat the pagans today, all that remains of the volcano is the path of decline. Ungyeong.”

“Death penalty?”

The Martial Arts has grasped the hand of the fortune teller.

“Gather around the horoscope. He's the only light left in the volcano. ”

“Argh!”

Ungyeong shed tears.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I burdened you with this. I'm sorry about the Emperor in particular. Now come and do me this favor..... ”

Martial arts reaches out.

There was a hollow at the end of his hand. I moved my finger to touch him several times, but the wall was not touched.

“Your Majesty...... the volcano..... please. ”

“Death penalty?”

The Martial Arts hand choked down. I lost my breath.

Ungyeong couldn't grieve the death of Martial Arts. The war was not over yet.

Ungyeong woke up from the scene with the body of Martial Arts carefully pressed. And shouted.

“disciples of the volcano! ”

It was a lion who dragged all the way to the exhausted interior.

The volcanic disciples' gaze was focused on Rungyeong.

“The ambassador passed away. The Gatekeeper is dead, and the Musketeer is dead. And so many Mundo died. There is nothing left for us now. Nothing……. ”

“Argh!”

Blood feet stood in the eyes of the disciples of the living volcano.

“Are you afraid of dying? ”

“No.”

“Are you ashamed of the fallen volcano? ”

“No.”

As they were fighting, the volcano workers answered, "My neck is shattered." Their cries echoed through the volcano.

“I will fight to the end. I will end up killing the villains who have invaded the volcano with all their lives. ”

Ungyeong took a step.

There was a wall where he was headed. As if attracted by a magnet, the disciples of the volcano followed the plan.

Ungyeong stands behind the dam. The disciples of the volcano stood behind him.

Wounded by the whole body, he became a Pan Chang, but his eyes lit the hearts of the soldiers who were about to give up poison.

There was a wall at the heart of it.