Volcanic Sphere

The father of the sword cloth was a lower martyr of the pagan religion.

He was neither strong nor hardened. It was just a friendly favourite to others, to the extent that it was excessive. But only one thing I never went after. It was loyalty to the pagan religion.

Once upon a time, he was excluded from the world by the word "religion," but for the father of the sword cloth, religion was everything in the world. That's why I was more loyal to the spirit of the devil than anyone else, and deeper in faith.

― Son! You must always be faithful to your religion.

He used to say the same thing to the Sword Cloth every day. I hated repeated words enough to sit in my ear, but I didn't hate my father's words.

As my father did, to the sword cloth, the religion was all his. Even when the Democrats were defeated in the war against Kang Ho Moorim and drifted into the world, his love for the Democrats did not shrink at all.

Difficulty makes people hard, but it brings people together. At that time, the pagans did so. They were united to awaken the fallen devil.

The Sword of God did the same thing. Even though he was young, the Sword Cloth was eager to devote himself to the pagan religion. So I was eager to learn nothing more than anyone else.

At that time, everything was fun. Though it was hard to learn nothing, it was a comfortable time.

A golden age of life that will never come back again.

I felt that way about the sword cloth.

The problem began after the sword cloth entered the Golden Prison.

It was one of the last boroughs of the pagan world. Created to imprison the sinners of the pagan religion, the Golden Maze was a fortress of wisdom. That is why it was used as a base for resurrection after the fall of the pagan Empire.

The problem is that the golden maze has spoiled out of its original purpose. The devil drove the substrates into the golden maze. and pushed them to infinite competition.

Until yesterday, an extreme ecosystem could only be created by stepping on colleagues who were laughing and chatting together.

If you don't kill your colleague, you die.

In front of that absolute proposition, the scripts were desperate. Outside, they were called pagans, but they were also people. It was natural that it was not easy to accept the fact that it was not enough to simply compete with colleagues and had to kill them and survive.

At first I also resisted. But the cerebral ministry really stubbornly pushed the substrates to the corners, and eventually they embraced reality one by one.

I accepted the fact that I could only live by killing a colleague and began to fight. From then on, one day was hell.

Yesterday my colleague became the enemy of the day. I wasn't sure who would put a knife behind my back, so I couldn't be too careful.

Numerous children died in endless competition. The surviving children began to go crazy one by one.

Personality paralyzed, unable to have a normal accident.

They were experiencing hell of a tax.

There was also a sword cloth in the middle. He went crazy one day too. Killed my friends yesterday and survived like a bad luck. I didn't even know it was natural for Simma to come to him like that.

“If I hadn't met them, I'd still be a monster to the end. ”

“What if it's them?”

“Gyeonggi, Moon, Myeongcheon……. The children who had fallen with me to the Great Hall of Fame, because they were there, I was able to survive by grasping a strand of personality. ”

“Haha! It's a golden maze..... The pagans are amazing, too. That's how you use it. So what happened? ”

He looked curious.

“I survived.”

“Survived?”

“One day, one day. Like a bad guy..... ”

The explanation of the sword cloth was short, but the memoirs and resolutions contained in it were widely preached to the Duke.

‘This kid came out of the lavatory too. ’

I had no choice but to admire it.

The man's face and eyes contained the life he had lived. The longer they live like a monochrome month, the better they read their lives in the faces of others.

The sword cloth seen by the Moon was the owner of a firm wick. A strong heart that does not bow to any hardship or adversity is revealed in its face.

“That's how it lasted a day, followed by a postponement. ”

“Acting?”

“I got Master's statelessness. ”

“At that time, were there any others left in the pagan world who would raise a man like you? I'm not proud of it, but at that time, I and the Apostle killed a lot of people who were supposed to be the absolute masters of paganism. ”

A glowing light appeared on the face of the Moon.

The Apostle was really ruthless at the time. I cast down the iron of the condemnation on those who were supposed to be the absolute masters of paganism. In that situation, he wondered whether there was anyone who could raise a master of the same level as the Sword Cloth.

“The history of Buddhism is much older than you know, and there are countless masters. ”

“But why didn't you show up then? ”

“Some have left the Protestant Church over time, others have formed their own Eucharist. It's like growing branches in different directions based on a giant root called Protestant. They left the priesthood and settled down on their own. ”

“Umm!”

“Thirteen tribes, that's what we call the Thirteen Moffas that started with Protestants. The master, who handed me the no-show, is one of them. ”

“There are thirteen tribes? ”

“Yes.”

“If that's true, we have thirteen followers. ”

The short-term moon burst into sighs.

A pagan thirteenth? It was a word I never imagined.

"The history of paganism has been a thousand years, and its roots extend beyond the imagination. ’

Even then, the words of the sword cloth were continuing.

“The thirteen tribes sometimes restrained each other, and sometimes remained balanced as they worked together. Even before, those who claimed peace were at the forefront, but recently, the voice of radio waves has increased. ”

“Because the Gun Corps collapsed because of the gunmen's aggression, right? ”

“That's right. The voices of the radio stations that were silent on the fall of the Musketeers were raised, and they went to the rebuilding of the Protestants. ”

“Umm!”

Dang Gong Moon lost his word.

If the words of the sword cloth are true, it is because they have led to the hidden power of the devil.

“So your master is one of the Thirteen? ”

“He was the successor to one of the thirteenth tribes, the Brain Correction. At that time, Master was dying without saving his heir. I ran into myself in that situation. ”

The name of the successor to the electric field of cerebral rectification was Plateau River.

When the Plateau River met the Sword Cloth, he was almost dead. It wasn't because he was attacked by the enemy or because the water was full.

A typical cerebral rectification feast, the cerebral infarction is simply the absence of a defeatist pair. Otherwise, it destroys and touches the body. Because of this, the successors who failed to perform the cerebral palsy were severed from their hearts before they were fifty-two years old.

The Plateau River was the same situation. He sought a successor before he was suffocated and attempted to perform a stroke.

I have met numerous descriptions, but I have not seen any descriptions to complete the stroke. In the end, it was the last place he chose.

The Plateau River, which hides its identity and hides in the Golden Prison, meets the Sword Cloth.

“Master passed on his expedition and insights to me shortly before he died. ”

The Sword Cloth's eyes were heavy.

The expedition he received was the life of the Plateau River. By handing over the expedition, the Plateau River lost its life and its debts led to the sword cloth.

Mongolian month asked.

“Why do you act against the devil while you are one of the thirteen tribes of the devil? ”

“I'm not walking the path of betrayal. I'm just trying to make things right. ”

“Not betrayal? Is it not betrayal that saved me from raiding the master of the pagan religion? ”

“That's..... ”

The Sword Cloth's eyes shake for the first time.

It was an unknown Visa in Ganho.

Mongolian Moon alone found the teacher's spinal cord blood. And he struggled to hurt the master. In return, he was also wounded by his inability to rehabilitate.

As the spinal cord was severely injured and entered the pulmonary canal, the religious community had to stop its extraneous activities. In the past three years, the activity of the devil has been silent, and such a vision has been hidden.

After that, Mongolia avoided the pursuit of the pagan religion. However, the demon's pursuit was indeed persistent, giving him no time to recover. Eventually, short-term injuries gradually deteriorated and became irreversible.

It was only a month ago that Sword Cheon saved such a short term. I stumbled across him being followed by a demon and saved him.

I asked the sword cloth to bring Dang Duke Moon here.

"There is all the truth in the Sultan of Mock. ’

The sword cloth could not refuse the request of such a short period of time.

The face of the monochrome wall was slightly depressed.

“I'm sorry. I was wrong. I can't believe I'm asking you, but I'm angry. ”

“No.”

“You're right. We have to make things right. I can't believe I've got you on the subject of risking my life for that. Looks like I'm out of my mind. ”

“Noya!”

“When you get to Sultan, all the truth will be revealed. Whether my guess is true or the illusion of an insane old man. ”

“ ……. ”

“Sulfuric acid isn't far. Will you hold on a little longer? ”

The sword cloth stares straight into the eyes of the Moon. His power was erupting through both eyes. Normally, the Mongol Moon was bravely embracing intense glare that no one dared to face.

The mouth of the Sword Cloth was sealed. I had a lot to say. However, I couldn't say any more because I was looking at the desperate face of the short term.

Mongol Moon was one of the apostles. Even though I was tired of being hurt, it wasn't where the pressure or skill went. Nevertheless, he was looking at the cloth of the sword with his lustrous eyes. The sword cloth could not resist the glare.

“Got it.”

“Thank you!”

Dandong Moon said thank you.

The Sword of God turned his gaze away from him and looked at the sky. At that moment, his eyes shone. because I saw a large bird hovering in the sky.

“Photography"? ”

“What is it? ”

“This is a specially raised artifact from the headquarters. It's brilliant and has bright eyes to help you track. ”

“Umm!”

“Tracking has kept up. ”

“You're running out of time because of me. I can't believe the chaser's already following me. ”

“We need to move quickly. ”

“It's not far north of Seolman. You just have to get there. Let's go.”

Mongol Moon has formed a body.

Until then, the sword cloth did not stare at the marksmanship.

Nomenclature was a relic. Of course, it could not be easily handled.

As far as he was concerned, there was only one person who could handle the titles.

‘Su-hyun..... Are you here too? ’

His face darkened.

“What are you doing? Come on, don't move. ”

I heard the voice of Dang Gong Moon.

The sword cloth quickly left a mark on the rock and followed him.

The two of them quickly disappeared into the forest.

After a while they disappeared, the woman of the grave appeared with a crumbling sound.

She was an inviting face woman reminiscent of orchids.

A woman who looked around for a while walked to the place where the shorthand and the sword cloth were sitting.

“You were here, too. ”

It was then.

“Su-hyun.”

Someone appeared with a heavy voice.

He was a man with a strong impression of blue heraldry. A large scar crossed the middle of the corpse's face, making it look even scarier.

The woman's face became darker in the presence of the corpse.

“Evil.”

“Did you find any trace of them? ”

“Found them. They were here until just now. ”

“You almost caught up. ”

The smile on the man's mouth was young. Then there was a tremendous life.

"Evil!"

The look on the woman's face became darker in a man's life.

The man's name was Jeongcheong-ak, the head of a teenager and her lover. And her name was Su-hyun, and she was also a member of the Ten Soldiers.

Jeongcheon said, looking at the direction in which the sword cloth and the monolithic wall disappeared.

“Yu Cheon. We'll see you soon. ”

“Evil.”

“It would be so nice to meet you. Isn't that right, Soo-hyun? ”

“ ……. ”

Su-hyun couldn't say anything. I know the hatred of Jeongcheon evil toward the sword cloth.

It was then. One more enemy jet flew. After hovering in the air for a while, the enemy car descended towards Index Hyun.

There was a small barrel hanging at the foot of the Nomenclature. When I opened the barrel, I saw a little letter that was both dried up. Su-hyun hastily read the letter.

Spectacular evil shone its eyes.

“What is it?”

“The fireworks are dead. ”

The voice of the answering Index Hyeon sunk nicely. The air sank so heavily.

“Who dares! ”

Later, the voice of a young man who lived in the ceiling of evil came out.