Volcanic Sphere

“Whoops!”

The fairytale shakes its head violently and lowers its forehead as it feels in its mouth. But I couldn't stand the strong hand of the Wall.

Quajic!

Damho's fist was intense on the fairytale's jaw.

The mandible is crushed, and the teeth are broken. Then the iron bead passes through the esophagus.

“Turn it off!”

The fairy tale bleeds and looks at the front.

A black beast named Damhoe was looking at him like an envoy.

“Er..... Rim is not here. The Gucheon volcano will never explode without my shaving. Ugh!”

Fairytale laughed.

His smile as he bled his blood was scary.

Even if you have taken Gucheonghwa bullets, it is the only one that does not explode. As a dampho, he had no way of detonating the cactus in his body. So he could smile. He had that kind of poison.

A cord of blood stood on the forehead of the fairytale canal. He gazes at the wall with a red-blooded eye.

“What are you going to do now? ”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean? ”

“Are you sure it won't explode? ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

The fairy tale opened its eyes in an unknown indignation.

Eww!

At that moment, Damho's fist was intense on the abdomen of the fairytale canal.

“Argh! It's no use..... ”

Hrrr!

Suddenly the flame rises from the throat of the fairy tale. It was hell.

“Argh!”

The fairy tale rolls around the floor screaming. But his screams disappeared in an instant. Because Hell burned the vocal cords first.

I looked up at the fairy tale wall, swamped by hell.

"How?"

Even in the pain of hell burning his entire body, he looked at the wall with a righteous gaze.

He did not even open the shaft, but he did not understand how the cactus exploded in his body.

‘How the hell? ’

But the question remained, within a moment, in agony.

If it were a normal person, he would have suffocated by now. Like the villagers he burned to death.

But he was not a normal person. He was a strong enough owner of the innards to be strong. Such a powerful insider was holding him close in hell. Instead, I had to taste the pain of hell even more because of it. In a vivid spirit.

“Aah!”

“Mmm!”

The penis and the New Moon shed their voices as they looked at him.

I did not understand the fairy tale, but after objectively observing the situation, they could see that the dam used a kind of infiltration scope.

It was clear that the intense penetration scopes destroyed the iron beads that were in the body of the fairy tale and caused hell.

The fairytale died in the pain of hell. The two of them did not look at him to the end. However, Damho did not lose sight of the dying fairy tale.

His face is red with the flame of fairy tale. He looked at the penis and the new moon only after a handful of fairy tales became ashes.

“Ten bottles?”

“Yes.”

“There are nine left. ”

“ ……. ”

“Broken weapon……. ”

In the words of Damho, the penis and the New Moon trembled. They couldn't say anything.

Damho walked towards them. As far as I can feel my breath.

“What are you afraid of? ”

“That is……. ”

“The Ghost of the Past? Or is it a thorn field road waiting in front of you? ”

The penis and the new moon could not say a word. Throughout Damho's encounter with the fairytale, they did nothing.

The fairytale was their childhood. who were filled with anger, and who they had abandoned.

It was followed by the harsh voice of Damho.

“If you're afraid, go back. ”

“I……. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

The two of them were sticky.

“There are nine more of these guys left. Can you handle it in that spirit? ”

“We can deal with it. ”

“Yes!”

Penis and New Moon responded with seizures. Their eyes were filled with fierce anger.

Damho looked into their eyes and said,

“If this happens again in the future, I will kill you first. ”

“ ……. ”

His life was sincere.

"What the hell?"

The two bodies trembled. I pulled up my inner ball, but my body couldn't calm down easily. The life of Damho was that scary.

Only then did the two of them understand the horror of fairy tales that had to be dealt with.

I turned around after what I had to say. But the two of them couldn't move easily.

The name Damhoe was pressing on their shoulders like Thasan.

* * *

“Cool!”

The old man vomited blood. Then a small amount of blood was poured out, and he drenched his breast. Then the man next to him rushed to support him.

He asked carefully.

“Are you okay?”

“That's okay.”

The old man said, wiping the blood that flows in his mouth.

He said he was fine, but his complexion was not very bright. His face was pale as a white mildew with no blood. His strength weakened and he exhaled a rough breath of elongation.

A man said.

“I'm exhausted. Take a little break.”

“I don't have time for that. ”

“You just have to make time. If we don't rest now, it will be too late. ”

The old man looked at the man.

It was a naive face that did not fit into a seven-shoulder moth. But when I ripped out my naive face, I saw a tightly pressed eye and lips like a lion.

“The sky.”

“Speak, Senior Windmill. ”

“Got it. I'll do what you say. ”

“You thought well. ”

The man who replied with a smile was the Sword Cloth. He called the old man who vomited blood a festival of abundance.

The old man's name was Short Moon. However, few people remember that name in the current era. Many people called him the Wind Moon Festival, and even after a long time, very few remembered him.

The monolithic wall sits on a flat rock.

“Phew!”

I was astonished at the fact that Dang Gong-wool and Naji sighed.

He was usually the one who never took a breath. He had never been weak in any case. Even if life depends on awareness.

The fact that he sighed was evidence that he himself was weakened. And in fact, he was weakened.

The Moon lifts its head and looks at the Sword Cloth.

Unlike himself, the sword cloth was still solid. The unshakeable appearance, the firm planting, and the defeat of youth that makes it possible for any trials to come. I envy the youth of such a sword cloth.

“Why do you do that? ”

He asked why the gaze of the Mongol Moon was burdened. Then the Short Term Wall shook his head.

“Nothing! ”

“Do something about it. It would be the last time you rest like this. ”

“No! It's not very helpful to me right now. ”

“But……. ”

“I know my body best. ”

“Al…… I will. ”

The Sword Cloth reluctantly nods.

Before he was born, he was the electorate that gave the blessing. Even though he was old and wounded, his wings were not even gone, so he had to be respected.

The Moon looked at the sword cloth and smiled.

“Thank you!”

“What do you mean? ”

“Thanks to you, I was able to get here. So thank you.”

“You have nothing to thank me for. If anyone had met Noya, of course they would have. ”

“But no one could have brought me here like you. ”

The face of the Moon looking at the sword cloth was full of trust. He believed firmly in the cloth of the sword.

I was attacked by a dozen soldiers on my way here. Their helplessness was indeed strong. Even if the body of the Short Term Moon is intact, it won't be easy to deal with it.

However, the sword cloth came all the way here through the siege with the injured monotechnic wall. In the process, severe wounds were inflicted on several people, including the white rain. That was an impressive absence.

‘This child will certainly be an absolute mastermind. ’

I was sure of that.

He turns his head and looks at that distant mountain.

The season was one day entering the road to summer. Nevertheless, white eyes were stacked on the top of that distant mountain.

Sulphuric acid with 10,000 years of snow that doesn't melt in the snow. That was the final destination for the short-term.

I also looked at the sulphuric acid with a sword cloth.

I was far away, but I already felt the cold of sulphuric acid.

When Sword Cheon first met Daejeong-moon, he was the only one left. He was dying of an irreversible fatality.

I was the first person to see him alive. I could turn my back as much as I wanted. But it wasn't because of the eyes of the short-term moon.

I saw desperate aspirations and conceptions that could never be seen as the eyes of the dying. So I reached out for help.

I took the elixir I had and recovered it a little bit. It was later discovered that the one who saved it was the Festival of the Wind.

Apostolic offerings. ’

It was now a forgotten legend.

Legendary people who existed long enough not to recall if they hadn't even met the Short Term Moon.

The monolithic month was the tip of that legend.

A legendary UAV called Windmill.

He was the wind, the moon.

It was as free as the wind, and as the moon, it lighted the whole world in secret.

I loved windmills, and I was furious with injustice more than anyone. That's why everyone was admired, and that's how they knew how to return the respect they received to love.

The star named Wingwalje was the greatest tribute given by the great masters to such a short period of time.

Dang Gong Moon lived his whole life freely. Like a star named Windmill, like the wind, like the moonlight.

If the Great War had not broken out, he would have lived and died quietly for the rest of his life. But unfortunately, there was a war between the pagans and Kangho Moorim, and the winds of the Moon returned to the foam.

In the end, the Mongol Wall plunged into a war against paganism and established a revolutionary mandate. His reputation blows like snowflakes, and there are no people who don't respect him.

Once upon a time he was a member of the priesthood.

Hocheon Mountain, the blood death god.

Wind Moon Festival.

Seo Wang-Mo's painting.

Escalate the Iron Blood God.

They were the most revolutionary in the war against paganism, and they were known to be the strongest throughout the party at the time.

It was Kang Ho Murim's uprising that there were four of them. Since they were there, Kang Ho Murim was able to take the victory in the war against the pagans.

Kang Ho Mourim clumps the apostles with his brains, and drives the pagans out of Kang Ho. In so doing, Dang Gong Moon became a true legend of Kangho.

However, from the sword cloth's point of view, the short-term contract was a support contract for Cheoncheon.

Even though he was running away from the pagan church and walking on his own route, his roots were a pagan.

If the apostle did not exist, there might not have been a reason for the sword cloth to walk on the same difficult path as now.

Nevertheless, he was with Short Term Moon. It is because the short words of the monotonous month moved him.

― Please help me tell the truth.

The horse moved its sword cloth. So I came all the way here. Beyond countless challenges and oblique lines.

The eyes of the Sword Cloth, looking at the Sultan, sank heavily.

"There's truth there, isn't there? ’

It was time for me to be strong in my fist.

“You..... ”

Dang Gong Moon called him.

When he looked at the sword cloth, he said with a smile.

“I want to hear your story. ”

“ ……. ”

“I've accompanied you so far, but I don't know you. What kind of person are you? ”

Sword cloth closed her eyes. In his head, his childhood image passed like a lamp.

After a while, his mouth opened.

“I……. ”