Volcanic Sphere

I always felt it, but the look in the wall was really scary. I thought my soul would fly just by looking into my eyes.

Fate was evil at it. Because I thought I could barely stay sane.

“What's in the Sacred City? ”

“Curious?”

“Honestly, yes. ”

“If you have any questions, call me directly. ”

“But Lujour……. ”

“Don't let me tell you. ”

“ ……. ”

Fate nodded his lips. Her eyes were filled with such horror. She recalled once again that Damho had no blood, no tears.

She was too busy to handle. At least it should be a degree of gimmickness so that you can hear the answer you want from the mouth of the wall.

Fate, who organized his thoughts, barely answered.

“I'll put communication to Lujour. ”

“Before that……. ”

“Yes?”

“I have to catch the rat first. ”

“Rat?”

As the light of suspicion rises on the face of destiny, the dam-ho raises his fist and hits the wall.

Bang!

“Darkness!”

The wall exploded with great noise. At the same time, I heard someone's frustrating voice.

Then I realized that someone was hiding behind the wall listening to their story.

“How dare you!”

Fate was furious, causing a body attack. But at that time, the popularity of the one who was already hiding behind the wall disappeared.

“What's going on? ”

“Are you all right?”

The chancellor of Seongcheong-ru and the unarmed rushed into the room. I was waiting to see if Damho would harm my destiny.

Fate told them.

“What happened? Ganja hid.”

“Yes?”

“Ganja?”

A distressing light came to the face of the governor and the unarmed.

Seongcheong-ru was building a seamless boundary like Hao Moon's. I had to be embarrassed that such a vigilance had been breached.

The chancellor and the unarmed looked at the fallen wall. There was no one there. Neither Ganja who was hiding, nor Damho who had a conversation with destiny until just now.

“What the hell?”

* * *

“Huff!”

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothing was running in the middle of the night.

His name was Northern, and his affiliation was this gloomy Joe.

This dark Joe was all made up of twenty men. Not only are individuals good at concealment and tracking, but they have also learned to a considerable degree that they can sometimes perform special tasks such as assassination.

The Southern Archery realized the importance of this information earlier. So I focused on raising dark luck after becoming a Mourimblin soldier. He was so eager to merge Hao Moon to make the information network tighter.

Dark luck can change in any way. It could be an anac passing by the street, or it could be an ordinary market merchant. Their disguise was that good.

The Northwest Territories was specialized in disguise. He could be anyone in the world. He disguised himself as a regular guest when he saw Damho enter the Sulphur Valley. Naturally, I tried to intercept by entering into the snow hole. But his attempt was prompted by the wall.

He thought with all his honeymoon in mind.

"He's a cripple. If I do my best, I'll never come after you. ’

Fortunately, the foundation of the Wall was not felt. So the north side was somewhat reassured.

It was then.

“What's going on? ”

A shabby woodworker walks by and suddenly talks. He was also an unmanned member of this gloomy Joe.

Yeouk said in a hurry.

“I got caught by a bogeyman. ”

“Like that..... ”

“I don't have time. Clear the trail and tell the others to withdraw. ”

“I see.”

The woodworker answered in a hurry.

As a long-time worker in the information world, I was able to penetrate the whole situation with just a few words.

‘The one who doesn't know about giving up. ’

In any case, he had no law to spare a man who went against his own eyes. Perhaps by now, we are tracking the trail of the Yellow Wall.

The Northwest Territories also knew that.

“Go first. I'll clear the trail and join you. ”

“Please be careful. ”

“Then……. ”

Two men passed each other.

Their conversation would have been instantaneous, and if anyone had seen it, they would have just happened to be passing by.

It was night, but there were a lot of people on the street. The woodworker was mixed up among such people. But he was not lazy.

He went around the streets several times to see if there was no trace. Only after confirming that the tail had not been caught did he finally open the door of a small mansion on one side of the lowland.

Profit!

A wooden door opens with a scream of old hinges.

“Breathe!”

At that moment, an intense blood flow came over his nose.

The woodcutter opens his eyes, blocking his nose without even knowing it.

In the courtyard of the mansion, a wooden wooden canopy was opened. The five men were covered in blood.

The head burst out, the chest collapsed, and it was a miserable sight that could not be seen with both eyes open.

“What do you mean?”

The woodcutter's eyes shake like an earthquake.

It was then.

Furry!

Somewhere, a large object flew out and rolled on his feet.

“No... Kwak? ”

The woodworker's voice trembled.

As a blood cell, an object was a northern suburb that had just been separated. The northern ridge was suffocated with its tongue extended.

His face was filled with the light of horror, even though his hide was cut off. The horrors and fears he felt in his life were revealed in his senseless eyes.

It was only before sunrise that the woodworker and the mule broke up.

In that short time, the dead lost their lives, and the dark unarmed who were waiting at the mansion lost their lives. It was unbelievable. But I had to believe it. It was the reality in front of his eyes.

“Who are you?”

He raises his head anesthetically. Then someone appeared in the shade beneath the long shrine of the mansion.

The moment I see him, the woodworker's eyes tear open.

“Piss off, won't you? ”

The one who walked out of the shade was Damho. At the moment of confirming his appearance, the woodworker intuited that the worst had happened.

"Damn it!"

I wondered.

The northern village he knew was a master of piety. At any risk, one of my bodies is the owner of the ability to take it out. I can't believe he lost his life because he was caught by a man who was just a cripple. His common sense didn't make much sense.

‘You can't beat him with nothing. ’

As soon as he makes his judgment, the woodworker blows his body back.

Damho stands here and looks indifferently at the woodworker fleeing.

Peggy!

Bloody water poured out on his back of the hand.

It was the blood of those who hid in the woods and mansions.

It was not so difficult to catch a runaway mule. It was not so hard to let the watchmen hide in his mouth.

Damho did not understand what they were doing.

They were prejudiced that they would not be able to see the exterior of the wall properly. But Damho's hardship was never weak. He owned a sceptre that would not be traced to anyone, not a long distance. Nevertheless, he decided that if he fled, he would be able to shake the wall.

Yeouk paid for it with his life. And he told me everything he knew. When a woodworker spins around the same place to chase after the other wall.

Damho took a step.

The night is long and there is still a lot of time. Damho intended to make full use of that long time.

“Uh, how? ”

The eyes of the doormat shook.

Last night was a nightmare for him. It was the early evening that he began to lose touch with this dark Joe that he sowed in the middle of the night.

I quickly lost touch with this dark Joe without even knowing how he was responding.

Someone is killing this dark Joe. As if salmon were coming back from the river, they were tracking down the lower figures.

“Every book. He's coming backwards. ”

“Uh, what do I do? ”

Chowon asked with a frightened face.

In his face, it was a long time since he had lost his usual grip and his proud expression.

Such a nephew was pathetic, but I couldn't bear to blame him.

“Get the hell out of here. You must inform the Mourim that the Kwon Horse is about to enter the Sacred City. ”

“What about you?”

“I will turn the time off. ”

Moon Shu replied decisively.

“But……. ”

“I don't have time. If you die too, you will lose your chance to tell the truth. ”

“Al…… I will. ”

Choi Kyung-nam answered with difficulty. But there was a strange relief in his face.

I'm sorry about the doorbell, but he really wanted to live. Even with your uncle's life as collateral.

‘That's not wrong. I'm still young. It's not wrong to want to live any longer. ’

That's how he comforts himself and blows himself.

I felt the look on my back, but I ignored it. I knew he was risking his life for himself. I didn't like that fact, but the fear of encroaching on his chest at this moment was too great.

You're not mixing a drop of blood anyway. ’

The name of the aid was so bold.

He was about to cross the middle as soon as he jumped over the barracks that stood in front of him.

It was then.

Choke!

His body stopped in the air as if it had been caught in a net. When I saw him, the doorbell rang.

“Won-Myung!”

“Turn it off!”

The name of the aid did not answer. No, I couldn't. Because a hand as big as the lid of a cauldron was pressing all over his face.

It was Damho. He caught the name of Chowon who was fleeing in the middle. The name of the aid in Damho's hand was as abundant as a fish caught in a fishing pin.

“Son of a bitch! Can't you let go of that hand? ”

An angry cremation rushes towards the wall. At that moment, I threw the body of the choreographer's name in his hand.

Quajic!

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

Two people bumped into each other in the air and collapsed. They twisted their arms and legs and rolled around the floor. But the moonshine was also a stickler. He hurriedly stepped out of his seat, pushing out his choreography. But the wall reacted faster than that.

Bang!

The fist of Damho, who had just come to the shore, was struck by the chest of the choreographer. His heart exploded before the eyes of the doorman.

He looked at his heart with a false name and said he couldn't believe it.

“Sue, uncle? ”

“No! ”

“I……. ”

Chowon's body trembled and collapsed as it was. That was his futile end.

Moon Shu shouted as he saw the seizure.

“You evil bastard! Killing people here.... Darkness!”

Oh, shit!

But his voice did not lead to the end. Because one day the wall was grasping his throat.

“Turn it off!”

The moment the doorbell crept, the dam-ho raised his hand, grabbed his neck, and plunged it into the ground.

Kwaaang!

Along with the noise, the doorbell was literally stuck on the floor. His body formed a hole in the floor, and his arms and legs were deformed. The blood flowing from his body fills the pit red.

“Turn it off!”

Even in that state, the doorbell was not suffocated. At least a strong inner ball is holding his breath.

Damho lowers his head and looks into his eyes.

“Who sent you? ”

“Turn it off!”

“A Southern Archer?”

The doorbell opens your eyes. His dull retinal face was enlarged and could not breathe.

“Tell the Southern Archer. It's not long now.”

“What, what? ”

“I have a day to visit. ”